Collected by Mary Shand Transcribed by M. C. Parler
Ollie Gilbert Mountain View, Ark. Oct. 26, 1963
Reel 423, Item 16
When I Was a Bachelor
When I was a bachelor bold and young,
I courted a widow with a clattering tongue,
The kisses that I give her was a hundred and ten,
I told her I'd marry, but I didn't tell her when.
Monday morning I married me a wife,
I hope I'll live a happy life
We fiddled and danced just all we pleased,
To think how happy we would be.
Teusday morning all alone,
Said an old wife scold and gone (?)
She ripped, she tore, she cursed, she swore,
The like I never heard before.
Wednesday morning I went to the woods Hoping that she'd prove good,
Cut me down a little willow green,
I believe it's as keen a one as ever I seen.
Thursday morning I whipped her well,
Whipped her more that tongue could tell,
Told her that she better not be
The Devil would take her, and take her for me.
Friday morn at the break of day,
There she lay as cold as clay
Roof and a proof and a little patch of cane,
The Devil took her off in a little shower of rain.
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