Coll. by M.C. Parler and Max Hunter
William Eden Monte Ne, Ark. January 11, 1960
Reel 324, Item 7
My name it is Joe Bowers,
I have a brother Ike,
I’m just from old Missouri And all the way from Pike,
Perhaps you want to know how I left there Andhow I came to roam,
To leave my kind old mother So far away from home.
I used to court a little girl,
Her name was Susan Black,
I asked her to marry me,
She said it was a whack,
She said to me, Joe Bowers,
Before we hitch for life You’d better have a little home To take your darling wife.
I said to her, It’s Susan,
O Susan, for your sake,
I’ll go to California
And I’ll try to raise a stake,
She says to me, Joe Bowers,
You air the man to win,
She give me a kiss to seal the bargainm She threw a dozen in.
When I got to San Francisco
I hadn’t nary a red,
I had such wolfish feelings That I wished myself most dead,
But the thoughts of dearest Susan Soon made those feelings git,
A-whispering low, Joe Bowers,
I wisht I had them yet.
It’s down upon those boulders,
Just like ten thousand bricks,
I worked both late and early Through frost, rain, and snow,
I was working for my Susan,
It was all the sameto Joe.
moreReel 324, Item 7, Cont’d
At length I received a letter And it was from my brother Ike,
It was all the way from Missouri and all the way from Pike,
It brought to me the awfullest news That ever you did hear,
Said Sally (sic) had married a butcher And the butcher had red hair.
I looked upon the letter,
It was enoughs to make me swear Said Sally had a baby,
The baby had red hair.
But whether it was a girl or boy The letter never said,
The only thing I remember The baby’s head was red.
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