I rode to church that Sunday

My true love passed me by

I knew her mind was changing

By the roving of her eye

By the roving of her eye

By the roving of her eye

I knew her mind was changing

By the roving of her eye

My love is fair and proper

Her waist is neat and small

And she is quite good-looking

And that's the best of all

And that's the best of all

And that's the best of all

And she is quite good-looking

And that's the best of all

Oh, Hannah, loving Hannah

Come give to me your hand

You swore if ever you're married

That I will be the one

That I will be the one

That I will be the one

You swore if ever you're married

That I will be the one

I'll go down to the river

When everyone's asleep

I'll think of loving Hannah

And then sit down and weep

And then sit down and weep

And then sit down and weep

I'll think of loving Hannah

And then sit down and weep

I rode to church that Sunday

My true love passed me by

I knew her mind was changing

By the roving of her eyes

By the roving of her eyes

By the roving of her eyes

I knew her mind was changing

By the roving of her eyes