High Jeannie High

And sing high Jeannie high,
Sing low Jeannie low
You can never make a singing bird
Out of a hoodie crow

My father was a gentleman, and a gentleman was he
But he’s wed me to an old man of three score years and three

Before I’d have an old man with thirty plows and land
I’d rather have a young man with only hat in hand

For when we go to bed at night he turns o’er to the wall
And never lays a hand on me till morning light dawns

Now some neighbors have advised me to drown him in a well
Some others have advised me to grind him in a mill

But I have taken my own advice and borne him to a plain
And I’ve tied him to a windmill, and he’ll never come back again

KEY D

verse:
D G D G
D G D G

chorus:
A A
G G
A A
G-A-D