Collected by M. C. Parler
Robert Wilcox Bald Knob, Ark. August 5, 1960
Reel 412, Item 7
Come, gentlemen, ladies, a story I'll tell 'Tis of a misfortune that unto me fell,
I married me a jade and her name it was Nell,
She was always brawling and sprawling.
The hair on her head like a Wandering Jew,
Not a tooth in her head that was sound, only two Her voice like a trumpet would sound in my ear Before it's daylight in the morning.
They fired a stew kittle, that is my first job,
And if I don't do it it's whack on the knob,
And it's hurry take a cuff or a knock I'm sure I ever get from my darling.
They fire the stew kettle, the water's to boil,
And when I get back it's don't rest a little while I wish I'd a died on the banks of the Ile (Nile?)
Before I met up with my darling.
Now to you her beauty I'll expose,
She's black, ragged and dirty and got a dirty nose The worst of all women wherever she goes,
Say what do you think of my darling?
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