If I had a ribbon bow to bind my hair If I had a fancy sash, my love would think me fair Then he would go to Frankfurt, loggin' on the rise He'd bring me back with his own hands, a very pretty prize If I had a ribbon bow to bind my hair If I had a fancy sash, my love think me fair If I was a city girl, and fair with smart Not a lad in all these parts would know my heart And then I'd live in Frankfurt Where all the lovers go I'd lark about them settlements Wearing foreign clothes