Collected by Judy Kinslow and Alan Rennick for M.C. Parler.
Sung by Holly Hodges of Prairie Grove, Ark December 17th, 1960
Reel 370, Item 2
The Black Mustache
Once I had a charmin' beau I loved him dear as life.
I often thought the time would come When I would be his wife.
His pockets they were filled with gold And he did cut a dash The diamond ring, and watch and chain The darling black mustache.
He came to see me Sunday Nights Stayed till almost three He said never loved a girl As well as he loved me.
He said we'd live in the grandest style For he did have the cash And then he pressed upon my lips The darling black mustache
Come young girls don't be so rash
..... ("No, I've got that wrong")
A sour old maid came along one day She's worth her weight in gold She had false teeth and wore false hair She's forty-five y'ars old.
He cruelly deserted me
It was for this old maid's cash I'll let you know I lost my beau The darling black mustache.
Come young girls don't be so rash And leave alone the foolish chaos That wears a black mustache.
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