Sung by Mrs. J. A. Pratt Collected by Ellen G. Ledbetter Quinton, Okla.
For M. C. Parler June 25, 1960
Reel 385, Item 3
LITTLE WILLIE AND MARY
Little Willie and Mary stood on the sea shore Their last farewell to take,
Returning no more little Mary she said And surely my heart it will break.
Don't be so discouraged,little Willie he said As he pressed the young girl to his side.
My absence don't mourn for when I return,
I'll make Little Mary my bride.
Three years rolled by without any news, One day as she stood in the door A beggar came by with a patch on his eye, Was lame and she pitied him so.
She started and trembled and then she said All fortunes would I give If unto me you say it to be true And say that young Willie still lives.
It's true that he lives all poverty poor Shipwrecked and suffered beside Returning no more because he was poor To make Little Mary his bride.
I love him so dearly, so truly sincerely I'll have no other beside,
All riches and rolls all covered in gold Could make no other my bride.
The beggar then tore off the patch from his eye, His crutches he lay by his side Trousers, and jacket , cheeks red as a rose Little Willie stood by Mary's side.
Forgive me my dear he replied unto her It was only your love that I tried,
He hurried away at the close of the day To make Little Mary his bride.
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