Collected by Mary Jo Davis
For Mary Celestia Parler;
Transcribed by
Neil Byer
Harrison Burnett
Fayetteville, Ark.
January 3, 1955
Reel 229, Item 3
I'm Gonna Get Married A-Sunday
One morning, one morning, one morning in May
I heared a sweet damsel so sweet-lie did say,
Setting under a cow a-milking,
Thank God, I'll get married a-Sunday.
Up stepped an old man and to her did say,
Where is your wedding and where might it be?
Away down yonder in a green willow tree,
Fourteen years old a-Sunday.
Fourteen years old is too young to get married,
A maid at your age is too apt to get sorry,
Seven long years you yet have to tarry,
Put off your wedding a-Sunday.
Old man, old man, you're talking a skill,
Seven long years to serve against will,
And my mind I intend to fulfill,
And I wish tomorrow were Sunday.
Yesterday I walked down in town,
With a bunch of blue ribbon and a new sundown,
To invite those ladies down in town
Up to my wedding on Sunday.
My bonnet, my shawl lies on my shelf,
My sweetheart will be here before I get dressed,
With a bunch of blue ribbon to tie 'round my waist,
To fix me up neat against Sunday.
