Collected by George Lay For Mary Celestia Parler Transcribed by George Lay
Sung by Mr. J. R. Chesbro Heber Springs, Arkansas October 25, 1958
Reel 294, Item 14
Oh 'twas nine years ago, and I was diggin' land,
With me brogues on me feet, and me shovel in me hand;
Sez I to meself, "What a pity for to see,
Such a dashing young jade diggin' turf on the lea."
Musha-dooey-dooey ither Musha-dooey-dooey-ah.
So I buckled up me brogues, shook hands with me spade,
Went out on the turf like a dashin' young jade;
Along came the Sergeant of the army, and he bade me enlist, In the "Sweet Molly," give me hold o*er your fist.
Oh 'twas nine years ago, thank God it isn't ten,
And I am out diggin' Praties again;
Not a dime to me pocket, not a rag to me back,
And that puts an end to a poor paddy-whack.
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