Collected by Sung by Mrs. Betty Minnick
Mary Celestia Parler Feb.2, 1954
A Pretty Little Miss in Her Garden
A pretty little miss all in her garden,
A sailor-cowboy come riding by,
He rode up to the fence beside her
Saying, "Pretty little miss, won't you marry me?"
"No, kind Sir," she quick-lie answered,
"Would you impose on a girl like me?
When I have a sweetheart amongst those cowboys,
Who has been gone for the four years past.
"An if he's gone just four years longer,
Hot a man on earth can marry me."
"Perhaps your true love he's got drownded,
Or perhaps he's in some Indian slain (slave?)
Perhaps he's to some fair girl's got married,
And to you he'll never return again."
He run his hands all in his vest pocket,
His fingers being slim and small,
He drew a gold ring out between them,
Which caused this pretty little miss to fall.
He picked her up all in hei arms,
And kisses gave her one two three,
Saying, "Wouldn't you marry your poor sailor-cowboy,
When he's come so far to marry thee"
"Oh, yes, kind Sir," she quick-lie answered,
"My true love, have you come back again?
You've been gone so long, I thought you'd forgotten me,
You've just been gone for the four years past."
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