Collected by Irene Carlisle Mrs. Daisy Simmons
Transcribed by Mary C. Parler Lecta Avenue
Fort Smith, Ark.
February 24, 1951
Reel 92, Item 3
"This song was sung by my mother in Tennessee, so I'll sing you—for you."
Oh, Mary, Oh, Mary
Oh, Mary, oh, Mary, would you think it unkind
For me to set by you and tell you my mind?
My mind is to marry you, never to part;
The first time I saw you, you wounded my heart.
'Tis whiskey, 'tis brandy, 'tis wines of all kinds;
Ten thousand quart bottles I've emptied in time.
My mother's a weaver, she weaves blue jeans;
My father's a drunkard, he lives in New Orleans.
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