N. L. T. (Our Goodman)

              Collected by
Mary Celestia Parler;
Transcribed by
Neil Byer
Doney Hammontree
Farmington, Ark.
July, 1954
Reel 201, Item 5
n. l. t. (Our Goodman)
The old man came home one night,
What a good old man was he,
And he found a coat all on the bed
Where his own coat ought to be.
My dear wife, my loving wife,
Oh, what can this all be?
To find a coat all on the bed
Where my coat ought to be?
You old fool, you blind old fool,
Why can't you never see?
It's nothing but a bed quilt
My mother sent to me.
How man miles have I traveled,
Ten thousand miles or more,
But pockets in a bed quilt
I never saw before.
The old man came home one night,
What a good old man was he,
And found a hat all on the rack
Where his own hat ought to be.
My dear wife, my loving wife,
Oh, what can this all be?
To find a hat all on the rack
Where my hat ought to be?
You old fool, you blind old fool,
Why can't you never see?
It's nothing but a thundermug
My mother sent to me.
How many miles have I traveled,
Ten thousand miles or more,
But brim on a thundermug
I never saw before.