The Bachelor - Patrick Wolf

Poor little turtle dove

sitting up in pine,

Mourning for your own true love,

Why not me for mine,

why not, why not me for mine?

I’ve got hogs in the pen

and corn to feed them up,

All I want is someone who will

feed them when I’m dead and gone,

feed them when I’m dead and gone.

'Cause I’m not gonna marry in the fall

And I’m not gonna marry in the spring

I’ll never marry — marry at all

No one will wear my silver ring

Wear my silver ring, boy

I’m not gonna marry in the fall

And I’m not gonna marry in the spring

I’ll never marry — marry at all

No one will wear my silver ring

Wear my silver ring, boy

Poor little turtle dove

sitting up in pine,

Mourning for your own true love,

Why not me for mine?

why not me for mine?

So I went up to this mountain

to give my horn a blow,

All the boys in the valley said,

«Yonder comes my beau,

Oh, yonder comes my beau.»

But I’m not gonna marry in the fall

And I’m not gonna marry in the spring

I will never marry — marry at all

No one will wear my silver ring

I’m not gonna marry in the fall

And I’m not gonna marry in the spring

I will never marry — marry at all

No one will wear my silver ring (wear my silver ring, no one)

Poor little turtle dove

sitting up in pine

Mourning for your own true love,

Why not me for mine?

All I want is someone who’ll feed them when I’m dead and gone

When I’m dead and gone, now

I will never marry — marry at all

No one will wear my silver sing

Feed them when I’m dead, feed them when I’m dead,

Feed them when I’m dead and and gone

I will never marry — marry at all

No one will wear my silver ring.