White Dove / Wynchburgh Junction

Oh, the white dove is a pretty bird, and she sings as she flies

And she brings us glad tidings and she tells us no lies

And she drinks the spring water for to make her voice clear

When a nest she is building and the summer draws near

Come all you young fellows take warning by me

Don't go for the soldier don't join no army

For the white dove she will leave you and the raven will come

And death will come marching at the beat of a drum

Come all you pretty fair maids, come who walk in the sun

Don't let your, your young man ever carry a gun

For the white dove, it will scare her, and she will fly away

And then there will a be a weeping by night and by day