Billy boy, Billy boy, sit on the porch Pa married Miss Marcy when I was just six Ma died when I was just two Without her, us young'uns would have been in a fix She cared for us like mammy's do Billy boy, Billy boy, sit on the porch Do you know what went on at the still? Joe Wilson is dying, Tom Jenkins is dead And they say that pa done shot uncle Will Billy boy, Billy boy, sit on the porch Do you know what started the fight? 'Twas an hour passed milkin' when Marcy got home Miss Marcy done stayed out all night Miss Marcy done stayed out all night Dad was a strange one, he hated the dance He never did go for such frills Marcy went with Joe Wilson when she got the chance Or Tom or sometimes uncle Will Now pa got more jealous, day after day Today at the still they all made their play On account of Miss Marcy, they're dead Billy boy, Billy boy, sit on the porch Do you know what went on at the still? Joe Wilson is dying, Tom Jenkins is dead And they say that pa done shot uncle Will And they say that pa done shot uncle Will Billy boy, Billy boy, sit on the porch You're shaking boy, what's ailing you? The blade of your knife is all stained crimson red Miss Marcy well, she's dying too Billy boy, Billy boy, sit on the porch