Collected by Charley B. Davis For Mary C. Parler Transcribed by Frances Majors
Bung by Fred High High, Arkansas November 24, 1958
Reel 279, Item 8
There was a little girl, and she lived in town; Her father was a butcher, and her name was Brown. Oh, now, boys, I've got her sound,
She's the girl for me.
As I went a-walking down the street,
This pretty little girl a chance to meet.
Excuse me, Miss, you look so sweet,
I cannot pass you by.
I walked with her and I talked with her,
And I saw her to her home;
She could not set me free;
She made me acquainted with her poppy and ma, Brothers and sisters so fine.
I am going to get married next Saturday night, Asked the old man and he said all right;
I feel so good I'm a notion to get tight,
But I knowed that would not do.
This old man is a queer old man;
He's the richest man in town.
Going to buy me a house and lot •Along with Betsy Brown.
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