Collected by Parler Irma Boyer
In Folklore Class Fayetteville, Ark.
Reel 362, Item 16
I learned this from my aunt, who said that she learned
it when she was a little girl in the eighteen-nineties.
I will tell you of a fewlow,
Of a fellow I have seen,
He was neither white nor yellow,
But he's altogether green.
He told me of a cottage That was down among the trees,
And that plaguey old gawky Fell down upon his knees.
And the tears that fellow wasted Was enough to run a mill,
And he urges me to wed him But I hardly think I will.
I know I wouldn't choose him For I know there's no good in it,
But he says if I refuse him He could not live a minute.
And you know the blessed Bible Plainly says we mustn't kill,
And so to think it over,
I rather think I will.
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