Collected by: Deanna Moore
Transcribed by: Doug Haynie
Arkansas Folklore Class
Sung by: RK Moore Benton, Arkansas October 23, 1960
Reel 382; Item 15
MY MOTHER WAS A LADY
Two drummers they were seated In a grand hotel one day While eating they were chatting In a joker's sort of way.
There came a pretty waitress To bring a tray of food They spoke to her familiarly In a manner rather rood.
At first she did not notice On make the least reply But one remark was said to her Brought tear drops to her eyes.
She approached her agrivators Her cheeks were blushing red Approaching as a picture And this is what she said.
My mother was a lady, and your's I will allow Now you may have a sister who needs protection now I've come to this great city to find my brother dear.
You dare would not insult me sir if brother Jack were here.
The two sat there in silence Their head was bowed in shame Forgive us, miss, we meant no harm Pray tell us what's your name.
She told him and he cried aloud I know your brother too We've been friends for many a year And he often speaks of you.
Come go with me when I go back And if you'll only wed, I'll take you to him as my bride For I've loved you long, he said.
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