Mary Celestia Parler;
November 5, 1954
Reel 214, Item 2
I Lost My Dollar Bill
("This old song...was a great old banjo tune when
I was a child, and I think I'll play this little, old,
home-made guitar just a little like a banjo.")
When I was twenty-one years old
My pappy said, "My son,
You'll have to prove that you are bold
Before your life is done."
He gave me his old pocketknife
And sent me up the hill,
He said, "Go find yourself a wife,
But keep this dollar bill."
Chorus: I took her up the mountain side,
And I took her down the hill,
And when I got to the other side,
I lost my dollar bill.
I met her at the shepherd's fold,
And acted like a man,
I told her I would like to hold
Her pretty little hand;
She looked at me and smiled a bit
And puckered up her lip,
She said, "Now, come to think of it,
I've got to make a trip."
I helped her over rugged rocks,
And through the fallen trees,
I loved to feel her curly locks
A-fanning in the breeze;
She hugged my neck and bit my chin
And shivered in the cold,
If Pappy could-a seen me then
He'd knowed that I was bold.
Reel 214, Item
I sot her down upon a stump,
And faced her to the south,
I called her darling, sugar lump,
And kissed her in the mouth;
She had the sweetest pitter-pat
That I had ever found,
I went right off and left my hat
A-laying on the ground.
While she was setting on my lap
I heard a funny noise,
She said, "Don't worry, that's my Pap
With his big bunch of boys."
They married us there in the cold,
And now I'm awful glad,
I bet my Pap thinks I'm the bold-
Est son he ever had.
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