Will you come with me, my Phyllis dear
To yon blue mountain free?
Where the blossoms smell the sweetest
Come rove along with me.
It's every Sunday morning
When I am by your side
We'll jump into the wagon
And all take a ride.

Where the river runs like silver
And the birds they sing so sweet
I have a cabin, Phyllis
And something good to eat
Come listen to my story
It will relieve my heart
So jump into the wagon
And off we will start.

Do you believe, my Phyllis, dear
Old Mike, with all this wealth
Can make you half so happy
As I, with youth and health?
We'Il have a little farm
A horse, a pig and a cow
And you will mind the dairy
While I do guide the plough.

Your lips are red as poppies
Your hair so slick and neat
All braided up with dahlias
And hollyhocks so sweet.
It's ev'ry Sunday morning
When I am by your side
We'Il jump into the wagon
And all take a ride.