Oh the wintertime is coming
And the cacti sharply blooming
And the wild jumping cholla
Grows around the fairy duster
Will ye go, madam go?

And we’ll all go together
To not pluck jumping cholla
All around the palo verde
Will ye go, madam go?

I will build my love a tower
Near dry and barren fountain
And on it I will pile
All the garnets of the mountain
Will ye go, madam go?

And we’ll all go together
To not pluck jumping cholla
All around the palo verde
Will ye go, madam go?

If my true love she were gone
I would surely find another
To not pluck jumping cholla
All around the palo verde
Will ye go, madam go?

And we’ll all go together
To not pluck jumping cholla
All around the palo verde
Will ye go, madam go?

Let us go, madam, go?