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266 Indiana University Publications, Folklore Series
5. I worked for that big loafer, Jess Herald was his name, He stood 6-7 in his boots and as slim as any crane;
And his hair hung down like rat tails on his long and lantern
jaw; He was a photograph of all the gents that I saw in Arkansaw.
6. He fed me on corn dodger that was hard as any rock
Till my teeth began to loosen and my knees began to knock, And I got so thin on sassafras tea I could hide behind a
straw; You bet I was a different lad when I left old Arkansaw!
7. The day I left old Arkansaw (I dread the memory still!)
I shook both boots from off my feet with an everlasting chill, And I staggered into his saloon and called for wThiskey rawr; I got as drunk as a son-of-a-gun when I left old Arkansaw.
8. His wife came into the room, she was just sweet sixteen; Her cheeks were red as any rose, she was fair as any queen. And she put her arms around my neck and kissed me on the
jawT, Saying, "Bill, 0 do remember me when you leave old Arkansaw !"
9. So it's fare-you-well, old Arkansaw, the canebrakes and the
chills; It's fare-you-well, old sassafras tea and old corn dodger pills, For if ever I see that land again, I extend to you my paw, It'll be by means of a telescope from here to Arkansaw!
"The Arkansaw Traveller." Contributed by Dr. Claude Lomax, of Dale, Indiana. Spencer County. Obtained by him from Mr. Jeremiah Jillett. June 29, 1935.
1. My name it is Bill Stillions; I was born in Buffalo town; For nine long years or more I've roamed this wide world
round. I've had many ups and downs, boys, since the day I left my
ma, But I never knew what misery was till I struck Arkansaw.