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Our Singing Country |
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2 A-combing down her long yellow hair, Her skin was like a lily so fair,
Her cheeks were like two roses and her eyes were like the stars And her voice was like the nightingale's air.
3 This little mermaid swum into the deep, The winds begin fur to blow,
The hail and the rain was so dark in the air, We3ll never see the land any more.
4 At last come down the captain of our ship, With a plumb and a line in his hand 3 He plumbed the sea to see how fur it was To a rock or else to the sand.
5 He plumbed her behind and he plumbed her before And the ship kept turning around,
The captain cried out, "Our ship will be wrecked When the needle swings straight around.
6 "Then throw out your loading as fast as you can, The truth to you I will tell,
This night we all must start To heaven or else to hell." |
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TEE ROO
- a. No. 61. Foy and Ado Gant, Austin, Texas, 1934. See "The Farmer's Curst Wife," Child No. 2785 Sh, 1:2755 Da, p. 5055 Be, p. 94.
"A lot of times it was sung by the farmers to sheer their wives up a little bit when they'd been quarrelin' and raisin' sand around, to make 'em afraid the same thing might happen to them. You know them old religious women, they're awful afraid of the devil. Yes, they's plenty of them believe that the devil come and called on the old man one mornin' when he was startin' out to plow and sacked her up and took her away and the farmer wouldn't accept her at all when he brought her back." —Aunt Molly Jackson.
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