Coll. by Randy Terry For M.C. Parler
Mrs. W.F. Bell Fayetteville, Ark January 10, 1960
Reel 337, Item 1
A Soldier Returning from War (A Pretty Fair Maid in Her Garden)
A fair young maiden in the garden,
A young soldier came riding by,
Saying, Would you marry a single soldier, Who's just returning from the war?
I have a sweetheart in the army, ho has just been gone for seven long years,
And if he doesn't return in seven years longer, There is no man can marry me.
Prehaps he's in the ocean drownded,
Prehaps he's in the battlefield slain,
Or prehaps he's to some fair girl married,
And you'll be a lonesome girl left behind.
Oh, if he's drownded I hope he's happy,
Or if he's in some battlefield slain,
Or if he's to some fair girl married,
I'll love that girl that married him.
He hung his hands down in his pockets,
His fingers being white and small,
He drew a gold ring out between them,
Which caused this maid at his feet to fall.
Oh, the screams and the squalls of this young lady Was enough to prove to any man true,
Oh, to convince you of the story,
Here's the ring that you gave me.
He picked her up all in his arms And kisses gave her, one two three,
Saying Will you marry a single soldier Who has just come so far to marry thee?
Yes, oh yes, she quickly answered,
Oh, has my love come back to me?
I thought that you had almost forgotten,
You had been gone so long from me.
So they joined their hands together,
And to church they did go,
Where this young couple was lawfully married, Whether their parents were willing or no.
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