Little Satchel

Under my bed, you can set your little satchel

On my head you lay your hand

And if you be my little darling

I will be your little man

Little girl, go ask your mama

Bride of mine may ever be

She says no, come back and tell me

I will wait 'til you get free

When you're free, oh then we will get married

Look how happy then we'll be

Then we’ll go, to Californ-y

Settle down and live at home

I wish I were, a little sparrow

And I had your wings to fly

I'd fly back, to the arms of my darlin’

Weep and moan 'til I die

But as you see, I’m no little sparrow

Neither have the wings to fly

So I’ll go home, all brokenhearted

Weep and moan until I die