Baltimore Oriole
Took a look at the mercury, forty below.
No life for a lady
To be draggin’ her feathers around in the snow.

Leavin’ her mate, she flew straight
To the Tangipahoa,
Where the two-timin’ Jaybird
Met the divine Miss O.

Baltimore Oriole
Messed around with that big mouth
Till he singed her wings

Forgivin’ is easy - it’s a woman like,
Now and then could happen to, thing.
Call her back home
Home ain't home without her warbling.

Make a lonely girl happy,
Baltimore Oriole.
You come down from your bough
Fly back to your daddy now.