I rode to church that Sunday
My true love passed me by
I knew her mind was changing
By the roving of her eye
By the roving of her eye
By the roving of her eye
I knew her mind was changing
By the roving of her eye
My love is fair and proper
Her waist is neat and small
And she is quite good-looking
And that's the best of all
And that's the best of all
And that's the best of all
And she is quite good-looking
And that's the best of all
Oh, Hannah, loving Hannah
Come give to me your hand
You swore if ever you're married
That I will be the one
That I will be the one
That I will be the one
You swore if ever you're married
That I will be the one
I'll go down to the river
When everyone's asleep
I'll think of loving Hannah
And then sit down and weep
And then sit down and weep
And then sit down and weep
I'll think of loving Hannah
And then sit down and weep
I rode to church that Sunday
My true love passed me by
I knew her mind was changing
By the roving of her eyes
By the roving of her eyes
By the roving of her eyes
I knew her mind was changing
By the roving of her eyes