'Twas in the year of '92, in the merry month of June,
I left my mother and a home so dear
for the girl I loved on the Greenbriar shore.
My mother dear, she came to me and said "Oh son, don't go,"
"Don't leave your mother and a home so dear
to trust a girl on the Greenbriar shore. "
But I was young and reckless, too, and I craved a reckless life,
I left my mother with a broken heart,
and I choosed that girl to be my wife.
Her hair was dark and curly, too and her loving eyes were blue,
her cheeks were like the red red rose,
the girl I loved on the Greenbriar shore.
The years rolled on and the months rolled by, she left me all alone,
Never trust a girl on the Greenbriar shore.