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And when the war was ended. This girl she searched the ground Among the dead and wounded Until her love she found, Oh, lay the lily ho! Oh, lay the lily ho!
This couple they got married, So well they did agree > This couple they got married And why not you and me? Oh, lay the lily ho! Oh, lay the lily ho! |
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"Back out West, a girl used to ask a boy into the parlor and sit down at the organ—the mournfullest instrument there ever was, I guess—and play 'em €The Dyin} Cowboy7 on and on. One of these here organs you had to pump. Some big old fat girls would pump till they'd get out of breath. While they'd puff, the boy would sweat.
"I don't know why they figured such a mournful song was good for courting. Anyhow it worked. Softened 'em up, I reckon." |
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PRETTY POLLY
d. No. 1346. Ace. on guitar and sung by Mr. and Mrs. E. C. Ball, Rugby, Va. Other stanzas from Aunt Molly Jackson, New York City. See Cox, p. 3085 Ca, p. 74. See also Nos. 823 and 1348.
"He wanted her to marry him and she refused him; but he kept on naggin' at her till finally she promised. Then he thought she was just puttin' it off from time to time so he decided to kill her. There's a lot of people like that—jealous-hearted, I call 'em." —Aunt Molly Jackson. |
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