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Brewster: Ballads and Songs of Indiana 153
7. He threw his whip upon the shelf, Dandoo, Dandoo; He threw his whip upon the shelf,
To ma clamadore clax to ma clingo. He threw his whip upon the shelf; If you want any more, you can sing it yourself. To ma clore, to ma clore, To ma clamadore clax to ma clingo.
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"The Old Sheepskin." Contributed by Mrs. Oda Dearing, of Oakland City, Indiana. Gibson County. August 8, 1935.
1. As I came a-whistling from my plow,
Says I to my wife, "Is supper ready now?" "There's a piece of cornbread laying on the shelf; If you want any more, go cook it yourself."
Um-a-clary, um-a-clary, Um-a-clama-dor-a-clas, tum-a-clingo.
2. As I went out to my sheep hole,2
I grabbed up a sheep about eleven years old ; I hung him up upon a pin,
And about three jerks and off came his skin.
Um-a-clary, um-a-clary, Um-a-clama-dor-a-clas, tum-a-clingo.
3. I wrapped it all around her back,
And you better reckon the hickory cracked: "Go tell you daddy and all your kin
I never whipped nothing but the old sheepskin/'
Um-a-clary, um-a-clary, Um-a-clama-dor-a-clas, tum-a-clingo. |
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