No smilin lad should lose his slidin ways,
His slippin 'n jumpin ways,
Afore the blackberryin's done.

Afore the road's come to its endin
Ole ma sun's done all her laughin.

I'm'a fell down grievin, deep
In a black-foul place where
Nought but sorrowin rules.

Dreamin'a my smilin lad.