Collected by Merlin Mitchell Reel 32
Transcribed by Kyle Perrin Item 5
July 10, 1950
My name is Joe Bowers, I've got a brother, Ike,
I came from old Missouri, yes, all the way from Pike,
I'll tell you how it happened and how I chanced to roam,
To leave my dear old Mother so far away from home.
I use to court a girl back there, her name was Sally Black,
I asked her if she'd marry me, she said, Joe, that's a whack,
She says to me, Joe Bowers, before we hitch for life,
You ought to have a little home to keep your little wife.
Oh, Sally, dear, oh, Sally, Oh, Sally, for your sake,
I'll go to California and try to raise a stake,
She says to me, Joe Bowers, you are the man to win,
Here's a kiss to seal the bargain and she hoved a dozen in.
When I got to California, well, I hadn't narry red(?),
I had such wolfish feelings, I wished myself most dead,
At last I got to mining, struck in my biggest lick,
Well, I come down on them boulders like a thousand pound a-brick.
I worked both late and early, through rain and hail and snow,
I was working for my Sally, it was all the same to Joe,
At last I struck it lucky as the gold itself will tell,
And I saved it for my Sally, that girl I loved so well.
At last I got a letter, it come from Brother Ike,
It came from old Missouri, yes, all the way from Pike,
It said my Sal was false to me, her love to me had fled,
Said Sal had married a butcher and the butcher's hair was red.
And more than this the letter said, 'twas enough to make me swear,
Said Sally had a baby and the baby had red hair.
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