I wish to the Lord that I'd never been born
Or died when I was young
Then I never would have seen your sparkling blue eyes
Or heard your lying tongue.

All the good times are past and gone
All the good times are o'er.
All the good times are past and gone
Little darling don't you weep no more.

I wish to the Lord that I'd never been born
Or died in my dear mother's arms
Then I never would have kissed your ruby-red lips
Or buried you under the barn.

All the good times are past and gone
All the good times are o'er.
All the good times are past and gone
Little darling don't you weep no more.

I wish to the Lord that I'd never been born
Or died in the third or fourth grade
Then I never would have gave you the whole of my heart
Or finished you off with that spade.

All the good times are past and gone
All the good times are o'er.
All the good times are past and gone
Little darling don't you weep no more.