Collected by Parler Mrs. Ruby Abel
Huntsville, Ark. August 12, 1958
Reel 308, Item 6
The Gambler's Sweetheart
Well, I had not been in Washington,
Not many more weeks than three,
Till I fell in love with a pretty little girl, She was in love with me.
(Repeat last line of each stanza.)
She took me in her parlor,
She dooled me with her fan,
She whispered low in her mother's ear,
I love that gambling man.
Oh daughter, dear daughter,
How could you treat me so,
To leave your dear old mother And with this gambler go?
Now mother, dear mother,
You know I love you well,
But the love I have for the gambling man No human tongue can tell.
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