Collected by Carlisle
Transcribed by Parler
Mr. John Pennington
May 1, 1952
Reel 146, Item 1
The Jovial Young Draftsman
Come all you young draftsmans, come listen to me,
I'll tell a true story as ever can be,
Concerning a lady in yonders great town,
Who was crowned with beauty, with fame and renown.
One bright summer's morning, one bright summer's day,
A Jovial young draftsman by chance passed this way,
He was neat, trim, and jov'al, as he passed by,
She called unto him and him draw nigh.
Saying "Where are you going, from whence did you came?
And what's your occupation? Pray tell me your name.
Likewise the houses? And where is your abode?
And what is your motive for traveling this road?"
"My name it is Willie, a draftsman by trade,
All parts of Amerikee I've lately surveyed,
And in New York's fair city I have taken my abode,
And I hope there's no harm in me a-travelin' this road."
"Oh Willie, I'd have you in this country to tarry,
And some of those pretty girls I'd have you to marry,
Likewise your fine features would add to vour store,
Oh Willie I'd have you to ramble no more.
"I would not give up rambling for thousands or more,
I'd rather wear britches, I'd lay them in store;
I have gold in my pockets and silver likewise,"
Like an innocent rover, tears fell from his eyes.
"Oh Willie,I'd have you get married to me,
I have man and maid servants to wait upon thee,
I have a coach and six horses, such a pleasure we'd ride,
Oh Willie, I want you to make me your bride."
Thus Willie consented to be the bride's groom,
The squire was sent for all in the forenoon,
And such another wedding scarce ever was seen,
As the jov'al young draftsman and the beautiful queen.
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