Hang down your head, Tom Dooley
Hang down your head and cry
Hang down your head, Tom Dooley
Poor boy, you're bound to die
You met her on the mountain
There you took her life
Met her on the mountain
Stabbed her with yout knife

Hang down your head, Tom Dooley ...
You took her by the roadside
where you begged to be excused,
You took her by the roadside
and there you hig her shoes.

Hang down your head, Tom Dooley ...
You took her on the hillside,
to make this girl your wife,
You took her on the hillside,
and there you took her life.

Hang down your head, Tom Dooley ...
You dug a grave four feet long,
you dug it three feet deep,
and threw the cold clay o'er her
and tramped it with your feet.