Collected and transcribed by Don Callaway
Irene Sargent West Fork, Ark. Fall 1963
Reel 434, Item 8
TRAVELER TO GEORGETOWN
It's raining, it's hailing The stars give dim light My horse it won't travel This dark road tonight.
Get down off your horse sir And feed him some hay And set yourself by me As long as you stay.
My horse isn't hungry And won't eat your hay I'm a traveler to Georgetown I must be on my way.
They say that I love you That's very true They say we will marry That never will do.
Your parents are against it And mine are the same If I'm on your book love Please blot out my name.
I have a little sweetheart The age of sixteen She's a flower of Franklin A rose and a queen.Traveler to Georgetown Reel 434 Item 8
When I get to Georgetown I'll write you my mind If my mind is to marry Then you shall be mine.
My horse to my buggy My whip in my hand Good evening young lady My pony won't stand.
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