Collected by Composed and recited by
Mary Celestia Parler Joseph Page
April 15, 1954
Reel 198, Item 4
Loud they sing along the streets
When they all get together on Indian Creek.
W ien they have what they call a riding contest
Everyone will do his best.
Some rode aside, some rode astraddle,
They rode one brother and they rode him with a saddle.
Some rode behind, and some rode before,
The brother broke down and they couldn't ride no more.
And from what I learn, it is a sight,
the way those people quarrel and fight.
The Phillips brothers and the Harris crew
Quarreled and fought till they all got through.
The Parson Hull and Johnny Brown
Both assembled on the ground.
Brown he mounted on the stage,
Hull got mad and began to rage.
I think the way it come about,
Brown said he'd take the parson out.
But while he did, 'twas Uncle Wood,
Trying his best to do some good,
He said, if it hadn't have been for Brown,
He'd have had them going round and round.
Ever' time he'd rise to his feet
Brown'ud say, "Old man, take your seat."
Back in the comer set Brother Brog,
He says the Parson got drunk on grog.
And now in order to restore the peace,
Bring forth the oil and the grease.
"Yes," said Brown, "for I could tell
He'd come down here to give us hell.
And some of you brethren that's big and stout
Will have to take the parson out."
But the parson swore, with a knife in his hand,
He'd defend the pulpit stand.
He swore again, from the point of his knife,
He'd never run from a man in his life.
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