Collected by Irene Carlisle
transcribed by Mary Parler
Bethel Grove, Arkansas
March 11, 1951
Reel 103, Item 7
The Arkansas Student
Going up to Fayetteville on the Cannon Ball,
After three weeks shooting down the Arkansas;
Whiskers very extensive, beard, mustache as well;
See that Arkansas student, tall and stout and swell.
Empty seat behind him, no one at his side;
Into the country village now the train doth glide;
Enter aged couple, take the rearmost seat;
Followed blushing maiden, so charming and so sweet.
Softly she whispers, "Is this seat engaged?"
See the aged couple so properly enraged.
Student very attentive, sees her ticket through;
Thinks he of the tunnel, and just what he'd do.
Gaily now they chatter, while the cinders fly,
Till the arkie student gets one in his eye;
Maiden sympathetic, turns herself about;
Says, "May I, if you please, sir, try to get it out?"
Then the Arkie student feels a gentle touch;
Hears a sweet voice whisper, "Does it hurt you much?"
Slip, slap, bangi Into the tunnel quite,
Ride along in darkness, as dark as Egypt's night.
Tra la la la la la (smack) isn't it lots of fun?
Tra lala la la la (smack) you all know how it's done;
(repeat both lines)
Out into the daylight glides the Cannon Ball;
Student's beaver ruffled just the slightest call;
Maiden seen all blushes, when the student appeared
With a dainty little earring in the Arkie student's beard.
—Tra la la la la la (smack) you all know how it was done;
Tra la la la la la (smack)wasn't it lots of fun?
Tra la la la la la (smack) wasnt't it lots of fun?
Tra la la la la la (smack) you all know how it was done.
(Adapted by the singer from The Harvard Student)
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