Willie, Willie, Willie poor boy
Do let my Saviour be
Yes, I love my baby, God knows I do
I'll love her 'til the sea goes dry
If I thought she didn't love me
I'd take morphine and I'd die
Oh me, oh my
Do Lord, remember me
Went down to the old New Ground
Get me a load o' corn
Well, the racoon sicced them dog on me
That possum blowed his horn
Do Lord, remember me
I went down to New Orleans
Didn't go there to stay
I fell in love with a brownskin girl
Stayed there half of my day
Ah me, ah my, Willie poor boy
Do let my Saviour be
Would not marry a knotty-headed girl
Tell you the reason why
'Cause every time she combed her head
The nap begin to fly
Now if I had a Northern wife
I'll tell you what I'd do
I'd take her down to New Orleans
I'd trade her off for corn
Whoa mule, whoa mule, whoa mule
That old mule
Hit that mule, he wouldn't gee
'Cross the head with a single-tree
Whoa mule, whoa mule, whoa mule
