Collected by Merlin Mitchell
Transcribed by Kyle Perrin Reel 22
Mrs. Dan McCracken
March 3, 1950
I've traveled this country both early and late,
So hard was my parting, and sad was my fate,
I went down to my true T ove's house expecting to get in,
Just think of my pleasures, my trouble just begin.
I stood there an hour, as patient as Job,
Calling, Pretty Sally, came open the door,
I s tepned to the window and saw by the light of the moon
That some other young gentleman had occupied my room.
I took to my heels just as hard as I could go ,
Until I came to some dark shady grove ,
There I sat downwith a bottle in my hand,
Just drinking good liquor and thinkingof that man.
Green grows the rye . and bitter is its root ,
Oh, my pretty Sally, I hate to part from you,
But , if there is no better, I hope there is no worse,
Brandy in my butter and money in my purse.
Very early next moming pretty Sally came by,
Her red, rosy cheeks and her dark, sparkling eye,
Her hair was of black and her eyes were of the same,
When wounded in love, did you ever feel that pain?
I wish I was a fisherman and on same river side,
Pretty Sallywas an object came floating down the tide,
Throw my net around her and draw her to the shore,
I'd have pretty Sally to weep for no more.
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