Collected by: Gary Smith &
Susan Seeger For: Mary C. Parler Transcribed by: Gary Smith &
Name: Benson and Fleecy Fox Place: Leslie, Arkansas
Reel 418, Item 2
The time draws near my dearest dear,
When you and I shall part
The grief and war, you soon shall know, of
my poor troubled heart.
I wish that I could go with you Or you could tarry here Your company, my dearest dear So charming unto me.
It makes me thank when you're away That every day is three,
That every day is three true love And every hour is ten.
It makes me weep when I should sleep And say I've lost a friend The blackest crow my dearest dear It soon shall turn to white.
If ever I prove false to you Bright day shall turn to night,
Bright day shall turn to night true love the elements shall morn,
If ever I prove false to you, the rugged sea shall burn.
This is another song Fleecy's mother, Mrs. Kendrell sent her. There is only a faint sound of Benson's banjo in this because he couldn't accompany her on it.
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