If I had a ribbon bow to bind my hair,
If I had a fancy sash, my own true love would think me fair.
And when he goes to Frankfort
Loggin' on the rise,
He'd bring back with his own hands
A very pretty prize.
If I had a ribbon bow to bind my hair,
If I had a fancy sash, my own true love would think me fair.

If I was like the city brung and fair with smart,
Ne'er a lad in all them parts would know my heart.
Then I'd live in Frankfort
Where all the lawin' goes.
I'd lark about the settlements
And wear them furrin' clothes.
If I was like the city brung and fair with smart,
Ne'er a lad in all them parts would know my heart.