"Farewell to old Bedford, I'm bound for to leave you. Likewise those pretty girls I nevermore shall see." The singer has been forced away by his parents, and intends to "drown away sorrows in a bottle of wine" and ignore his troubles
Farewell to Old Bedford Complete text(s) *** A *** From Anne Warner, Traditional American Folk Songs from the Anne & Frank Warner Collection, #99, pp. 244-245. From the singing of Lee Monroe Presnell of Beech Mountain, North Carolina. Collected 1951. Farewell to old Bedford, I'm bound for to leave you. Likewise those pretty girls I nevermore shall see. My portion is small, But I truly confess it, What little I have It is all my own. Well I might have enjoyed it, All in pleasure, If my cruel parents Had left me alone. I will drown away sorrow In a full-flowing bumper. I will drown all my sorrow In a bottle of wine. Eight drams a bottle is, And I don't care for folly. Now never let trouble Come into your mind. I will drown her away In a full-flowing bumper. I will drown her away In a bottle of wine. Eight drams a bottle is, And I don't care for folly. I play on my fiddle And dance all the time. My fingers are frozen, My bow it needs rosin, My soundpost is down, And my bridge it won't stand.
I have to suspect that this is a worn-down, possibly reworked, version of something else (e.g. "Farewell, Charming Nancy") -- but I can't identify with any real probability what the original song was. It may well go back to the same ancestor as "Adieu to Bon County," but there has been a lot of drift in between. - RBW