Collected and transcribed by Mary Celestia Parler
Sung by Mrs. Hallie Griffin Conway, Arkansas July 27, 1958
foot is in my stirrup,
The bridle's in my hand,
I'm courting sweet Lily To marry if I can.
Then Lily, sweet Lily,
O Lily, fare-you-well,
I'm sorry to leave you
I love you so well.
Your parents don't like me, They say that I'm too poor; They say that I'm not worthy To enter in your door.
Some say I drink whiskey,
My money is my own,
If people don't like me They can let me alone.
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