Mary Celestia Parler;
of Rudy, Ark.
Butler's Ford, Ark.
September 24, 1955
Reel 230, Item 5
How hard is the fate of poor womankind,
They're always at home and they're always confined,
They're controlled by their parents until they're made
Then slave for their husbands the rest of their lives.
The young men go courting, they'll dress up so fine,
For to tease all those poor girls is all their design,
They'll hug them they'll kiss them, they'll tattle,
They'll keep up those poor girls till they're ready
for to die.
The girls they rise and those words they will sing,
Oh, love, I'm so sleepy, I wished you'd go 'way,
But before I'll go 'way, I will lie within your bam,
Like some false-hearted lover all puffed up with scorn.
So early next morning those young men will rise,
They'll bresh off the straws and they'll wipe off their
And on their gay horse and away they will ride,
Like some false-hearted lover all puffed up with pride.
And when they get home they will stagger and they'll
They'll curse all those poor girls, how sleepy I do
If I were only single, I'd court none at all,
I'd lead a single life and keep bachelor's hall.
Bachelor's hall, I declare it is the best,
Be drunk or be sober, go home and take rest,
No wife for to quarrel and no children for to brawl,
How happy is the man who keeps bachelor's hall.
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