Dear My Chick

Sons of Madam

Over yonder, horses roam the hills

Beside them, elder works the land

The wind flows along the hillsides

I steal Father's whiskey and run off

I'll go to where people can't find me

if only you were here

pour a little whiskey on the ground

For my friend journeying afar

We'll be together soon don't fret!

pour a little whiskey on the ground

For my friend journeying afar

Time to say our goodbyes Fare thee well