Kind friends, if you will listen,
A story I will tell,
About a final bust-up
That happened down in Bell,
I courted a brown-eyed maiden,
Known by the name of Lee;
And when I popped the question
she said she`d marry me.
I out and bought the license,
March eighteen ninety-nine.
Expecting in a few days
That darling would be mine.
Her mother grew quite angry,
And said it could not be.
she said she had another man
Picked out for Brown-eyed Lee.
She talked to friends and neighbors,
And said that she would fight.
She`d get her old six-shooter out
And put old Red to flight.
But lovers laugh at shooters,
And the old she-devil, too.
I said I`d have my darling,
If she didn`t prove untrue.
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I borrowed Dad`s old buggy
And got Jim`s forty-one.
And started down to Kerns`
Thinking I would have some fun.
I`m not the one to craw-fish
When I am in a fight;
I said "I`ll have my angel
And not be put to flight."
I went on down to Kerns`,
With the devil in my head,
I said, "I`ll have my darling,
Or I`ll leave the old folks dead."
Good fortune fell upon me,
My darling proved untrue.
I give her back her letters,
And bid her a fond adieu.
I pressed her to my aching heart
Kissed her a last farewell,
And prayed a permanent prayer to God
To send her Ma to hell.
I sold my cows to J.M.G.
My corn to K.M.P.
And cursed the day I first met
That darling angel, Lee.
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