Mary Celestia Parler;
December 22, 1954
Reel 206, Item 3
I Was B o m In Jersey City
I was b o m in Jersey City, in Chicago near the South,
And that is just the reason why my voice is in my mouth;
'Twas a hot and a frosty evening and the wind is full
There're people dying this year who never dyed their hair.
My wife she had the headache, she had the gain-de-gain (?),
I throwed her through the window just to take away the
A man pulled up the river, he pulled up by the roots;
A miser can't hide money, and I've seen cowhide boots.
A lady by a sewer and by a sewer she died,
And at the coroner's inquest it was said 'twas sewercide;
I'll have to dress up Maryland and take her to the fair,
If she wears her New Jersey, oh, what will Delaware?
A cowboy crying in the cornfield, he was shedding Texas
He wouldn't tell me the reason why 'cause he said the com
A man laid in the river because it had a bed,
He took a sheet of water and pulled it over his head.
A oyster plant is in a stew 'cause the cowslip ate the
And the cabbage got so far ahead the tomatoes couldn't
My father had a great big steer, it simply was immense,
He ran his horn clean through my pants and throwed me
o'er the fence.
He ran me here, he ran me there, he ran me to Washington,
There I received a pension for the Battle of Bull Run;
The crows are making crowbar, the hay hoop's making hay,
The bumblebees are making buns for a tah-rah-bum-di-ay.
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