Rio Grande

Rio Grande

Traditional - Lyrics from The Music of the Waters, by Laura Smith


Were you ever in Rio Grande?
Away you Rio.
O were you ever in Rio Grande?
I am bound to the Rio Grande.
Away you Rio, away you Rio.
Fare you well, my pretty young girl,
I am bound to the Rio Grande.


As I was going down Broadway Street,
Away you Rio.
A pretty young girl I chanced to meet,
I am bound to the Rio Grande.
Away you Rio, away you Rio.
Fare you well, my pretty young girl,
I am bound to the Rio Grande.


Oh where are you going, my pretty maid?
Oh where are you going, my pretty maid?

I am going a milking, sir, she said.
I am going a milking, sir, she said.

What is your fortune, my pretty maid?
What is your fortune, my pretty maid?

My face is my fortune, sir, she said.
My face is my fortune, sir, she said.

What is your father, my pretty maid?
What is your father, my pretty maid?

My father's a farmer, sir, she said.
My father's a farmer, sir, she said.

What is your mother, my pretty maid?
What is your mother, my pretty maid?

Wife to my father, sir, she said.
Wife to my father, sir, she said.

Then I can't marry you, my pretty maid.
Then I can't marry you, my pretty maid.

Nobody asked you, sir, she said.
Nobody asked you, sir, she said.