Collected by Mrs. Dessie Harriman For Mary Celestia Parler Transcribed by Mrs. Dessie Harriman
Sung by Mrs. Dessie Harriman Japton, Arkansas August 14, 1959
Reel 287-288, Item 3
Farewell dear girls I'm going away To cross that foaming sea. My trunks on board at Johnson's Ford, With all our company.
For two long years I labored hard,
In digging up my wealth.
I lived on bread and salty lard,
And did not lose my health.
I loaded up my trunk with gold,
And then I thought of Jane.
The ancient thoughts came over me,
I wish I were at home.
It was for weeks we sailed on sea, Before we reached the shore;
I thought that we were all lost,
Our captain was asleep.
I saw a crowd of lovely girls,
Come down to view the ship.
I saw Sweet Jane with all her curls, And I began to skip.
I met her on the gravel bar,
And caught her in my arms.
We were both too full to speak,
I held her in my arms.
I led her up the gravel walk,
Into her father's door.
The crowd did look so neat and clean, A-standing on the floor.
The justice read the marriage law, Which bound us both for life.
Sweet Jane is mine without a doubt,
A kind and loving wife.
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