Little birdie, little birdie Sing to me your song I've a short time to stay here And a long time when I'm gone I'd ruther be in some dark hollow Where the sun refused to shine Dash the thought of you being some other man's woman When I want to call you mine Turned sixteen hundred and forty two miles From my old Kentucky home My papa and mama they're both dead No place to call my home Little birdie, little birdie What makes you build so queer I'm building for my little ones Who have no clothes to wear Married woman, married woman Just look what you have done You caused me for to love you And now your husband's come Little birdie, little birdie What makes you fly so high I'm the only one in this wide world And I don't care if I die