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Oh, I wish I was single again,
No full textvoice; banjosCollected by: Doug Dunham For M. C. Parler
Bill Slagel 10 mi. SW of Goodman, Mo.
Instrumental: Max Dunham Jan. 2, ’65
Reel 305 Item 20
I WISH I WAS SINGLE AGAIN
Oh, I wish I was single again,
I wish I was single again,
I was single,
My money would jingle,
And I wish I was single again.
Oh, I married me a wife, oh then,
I married me a wife, oh then,
I married me a wife,
And hero comes my—wife, The bane of my life,
And I wish I was single again.
My wife she died, oh then,
My wife she died, oh then,
My wife she died,
I laughed till I cried,
wish I was single again..Funding for digitization provided by the Arkansas Humanities Council and the Happy Hollow Foundation
As I went out walking, For pleasure one day,
No full textvoice; banjosCollected by: Doug Dunham For M. C. Parler
Bill Slagel 10 mi. SW of Goodman, Mo.
Instrumental: Max Dunham
Jan. 2, ’65
Reel 305 Item 18
PRETTY MOHEE
As I went out walking,
For pleasure one day,
In And sweet recreation,
And to while time away.
I sat there amusing,
Myself in the grass,
When what should. I spy there, But a fair Indian lass.
She sat down beside me,
And taking my hand,
Said you are a stranger,
And in a strange land.
But if you will follow,
You're welcome to come,
Down in the valley,
That I call my home.
Oh well my fair maiden,
That never could be,
For heaven quit loving,
I'll not forsake her,
For I know she loves me,
Her heart is as true as,
A prairie Mohee.Funding for digitization provided by the Arkansas Humanities Council and the Happy Hollow Foundation
Now, I will gather ray roses, Entwine in my long braided hair,
No full textvoiceCollected by: Willis Bowman
Doug Dunham Goodman, Mo.
For M. C. Parler Jan. 9, ’65
Reel 306, Item 3
Now, I will gather ray roses,
Entwine in my long braided hair,
And when comes in the evening,
She'll smile when she sees me,
When I return from that night's joyin fun.
And I thought of the last words she said,
Come home early tonight, my dear boy,
Come home early tonight, my dear boy,
Don't spend all your money to gamble and drink, Come home early tonight, my dear boy.Funding for digitization provided by the Arkansas Humanities Council and the Happy Hollow Foundation
Southern Moon, Twilight is falling,
No full textvoiceCollected by: Bill Slagel
Doug Dunham 10 mi. SW of
For M. C. Parler Goodman, Mo.
Instrumental: Max Dunham Jan. 2, '65 Reel 305 Item 22
Southern Moon,
Twilight is falling,
Down that trail we knew, Southern Moon,
Someone is calling, Calling, I love you.Funding for digitization provided by the Arkansas Humanities Council and the Happy Hollow Foundation
World War I record of service survey for Frank C. Dunham, signed 29 August 1922.
No full textQuestionnaire about Frank Clyde Dunham's service in World War I, 1917-1919, signed by Dunham on 29 August 1922.Questionnaire originally part of a survey of Norwich University alumni conducted by a “Norwich in the World War” committee consisting of Charles N. Barber (chairman), Carl V. Woodbury, K.R.B. Flint, and Gustaf A. Nelson. Data from these questionnaires may have been used in a chapter of "Vermont in the world war, 1917-1919" by Harold P. Sheldon (1928)
In yonder town where I was born, There was a fair maid dwelling,
No full textvoice; banjosCollected by: Doug Dunham For M. C. Parler
Bill Slagel 10 mi. SW of Goodman, Mo. Instrumental:
Max Dunham Jan. 2, '63
Reel 305 Item 19
BARBARA ALLEN
In yonder town where I was born,
There was a fair maid dwelling,
They courted her for miles around,
And her name was Barbara Allen.
Oh, mother, oh, mother, go dig me a grave,
Go dig it deep and narrow,
Sweet William died for me today, I'll die for him tomorrow.
old
They buried him in the churchyard grave,
And they buried her beside him,
On William's grave a red, red, rose,
On Barbara's grave, a briar.
They grew and grew,
Till they couldn't grow any higher,
They locked entwined in a true lover's knot, And the rose grew around the briar.Funding for digitization provided by the Arkansas Humanities Council and the Happy Hollow Foundation
Two old maids, laying in the sand, Each one wishing the other was a man,
No full textvoice; banjosCollected by: Bill Slagel
Doug Dunham 10 mi. SW of
For M. C. Parler Goodman, Mo.
Instrumental:
Max Dunham Jan. 2, '65
Two OLD MAIDS Reel 305 Item 1
Two old maids, laying in the sand,
Each one wishing the other was a man,
Lord, Lord, I got them Brown Prairie Blues, Nickel is a nickel, a dime is a dime,
A house full of kids and none of them mine, Lord, Lord, I got them Brown Prairie Blues.Funding for digitization provided by the Arkansas Humanities Council and the Happy Hollow Foundation
I had a home down in Texas, Down where the bluebonnets grew,
No full textvoice; banjosCollected by: Mrs. Willis Bowman
Doug Dunham Goodman, Mo.
For M. C. Parler Instrumental:
Max Dunham Jan. 9, '65
Reel 306, Item 1
I had a home down in Texas,
Down where the bluebonnets grew,
I had the kindest old mother,
How happy we were--just we two,
But one day the angels called her,
The step that we all have to take,
She called me close to her bedside,
And these last few words she did say.
Son, don't start drinking and gamblin,
Promise you'll always go straight,
Ten years have gone by since that parting,
And the promise is broken, I say,
I took to drinking for pastime,
At last I was just like them all,
For I bet all my gold and my money,
A bringing that I've ever saw. A-dreaming thos I'd never fall
I bet all my gold and my money,
Nothing was to be seen,
My last one card could break them,
And that card was the queen,
They all dealt five cards round the table,
Each hand took a card, took his draw,
And I drew the card that would break them,
And I turned it and here's what I saw.
It was a picture of my dear mother,
And somehow it seemed to say,
Son, you have broken your promise,
So I threw the cards away,
I gave all my winnings to a newsboy,
For I knew I was ruined from the start,
And I shall never forget that sad promise,
For mother's the Queen of my heart.Funding for digitization provided by the Arkansas Humanities Council and the Happy Hollow Foundation
Oh, the fox he came to the farmer's yard,
No full textvoice; banjosCollected by: Doug Dunham For M. C. Parler
Max Dunham Instrumental: Max Dunham
Jan. 2, '65
Reel 305 Item 17
FOX AND THE GOOSE
Oh, the fox he came to the farmer's yard,
Where the ducks and geese were always scared,
Says he the best of you that brings my
As I run through the town, oh the town, oh the town.
Now he grabbed the old black duck by the back,
And threw her across an old black cat,
Made her holler quack, quack, quack,
Till the eggs went dangling down, oh down, oh down.
Oh. Grandmother Wiggle Waggle jumped out of bed,
window And on the moon she bumped her head,
Sang John, John the black duck's dead,
Fox ran through the town, oh the town, oh the town.
He drug her down into his den,
Where he knew he had little ones nine or ten,
Ate her up without a knife or a fork,
And the little ones fed on the bones, oh the bones,
oh the bones.Funding for digitization provided by the Arkansas Humanities Council and the Happy Hollow Foundation
There's an old and faded picture on the wall,
No full textvoice; guitarsCollected by: Mrs. Willis Bowman
Doug Dunham Goodman, Mo.
For M. C. Parler Instrumentals
Max Dunham Jan. 9. '65 Reel 306 Item 2
There's an old and faded picture on the wall, That's been hanging there for many many years, It's a picture of my mother,
And I know that there's no other,
That can take the place of mother on the wall.
On the wall, on the wall,
How I love that dear old picture on the wall, Time it trips me passing by,
And I hang my head and cry,
For I know I'll meet my mother after all.Funding for digitization provided by the Arkansas Humanities Council and the Happy Hollow Foundation
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