Don't You Know - song lyrics 
American Old-time song lyrics from www.traditionalmusic.co.uk 
DON'T YOU KNOW? Words by T. Malcolm Watson. Music by Wilford Morgan. 
Whither away my rustic lass, whither in such swift haste? Nay, sir, I pray you, let me pass, for time I have none to waste; The sun's going down in the West, don't you know? The birds flying home to their rest, don't you know? And night will be here, too quickly I fear. So, sir, you must please let me go, don't you know? Yes sir, you must please let me go. 
How can I go if you hold my hand fast in your own, as now? While, heedless of threats, you laughingly stand right in my path, I vow; How rumor "would wag her wise head, don't you know? With many a "Just as I said, " don't you know? Were she to be told of conduct so bold; So, sir, you must please let me go, don't you know? Yes, sir, you must please let me go. 
"Not till I've paid the toll, " you say, and what may the toll then bet "A kiss! "Ah, no! I decline to pay such an extravagant fee; But, if you should take it by force, don't you know? I'd protest, as a matter of course, don't you know? Then none could opine the blame to be mine. For, otherwise, how could I go, don't you know? Since you, sirrah, would have it so.