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__________American Ballads and Folk Songs
Says she to me: "Joe Bowers, oh, you are the chap to win. Give me a kiss to seal the bargain." And she threw a dozen in.
I shall ne'er forgit my feelin's when I bid adieu to all. Sally cotched me round the neck, then I began to bawl. When I sot in they all commenced, you ne'er did hear the like, How they all took on and cried the day I left old Pike.
When I got to this 'ere country, I hadn't nary red; I had sich wolfish feelin's, I wished myself most dead, But the thoughts of my dear Sally soon made these feelin's git, And whispered hopes to Bowers, Lord! I wish I had 'em yit.
At length I went to minin', put in my biggest licks, Come down upon the bowlders jist like a thousand bricks; I worked both late and early, in rain, and sun and snow, But I was workin' for my Sally, so 'twas all the same to Joe,
I made a very lucky strike, as the gold itself did tell,
And saved it for my Sally, the gal I loved so well,
I saved it for my Sally, that I might pour it at her feet,
That she might kiss and hug me and call me something sweet.
But one day I got a letter from my dear, kind brother Ike, It came from old Missouri, sent all the way from Pike; It brought me the gol-darndest news as ever you did hear; My heart is almost busted, so pray excuse this tear.
It said my Sal was fickle, that her love for me had fled, That she'd married with a butcher, whose hair was awful red; It told me more than that—oh, it's enough to make one swear! It said Sally had a baby, and the baby had red hair.
Now I've told you all that I could tell about the sad affa'r, 'Bout Sally marryin' the butcher, and the butcher had red ha'r. Whether it was a boy or gal child, the letter never said, It only said its cussed hair was inclined to be a red.