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Oh, Lilly, sweet Lilly, oh Lilly fare you well,
No full textvoiceCollected by Joe Moore Sung by Mr. D. L. (Lon) Moore
For M. C. Parler Fayetteville, Arkansas
January 3, 1965 Reel 380, Item 4
Sweet Lilly
Oh, Lilly, sweet Lilly, oh Lilly fare you well,
I'm sorry to leave you, I love you so well.
Your parents don't like me, they say I am too poor, They say I'm not worthy to enter your door.
Some say I drink whiskey, my money is my own,
And those that don't like me can just let me alone.
My foot's in my stirrup, my bridle's in my hand, I'll go court another in a far distant land.
Oh Lilly, sweet Lilly, oh Lilly fare you well,
I'm sorry to leave you I love you so well.
16Funding for digitization provided by the Arkansas Humanities Council and the Happy Hollow Foundation
I had a dream the other night,
No full textvoiceCollected by Joe Moore Sung by Mr. D. L. (Lon) Moore
For M. C. Parler Fayetteville, Arkansas
January 3, 1965
Reel 380 Item 11
Turnip Greens
I had a dream the other night,
I dreamed that I could fly,
I flapped my wings like a buzzard,
And I flew up to the sky.
I met Moss Peter at the gate,
He asked me from whence I'd fly,
I told him from old Cane Hill I flew up to the sky.
He said those girls at Cane Hill,
Were the prettiest to be seen,
For the precious little darlings Were raised on turnip greens.
Greens, greens, turnip greens,
Good old turnip greens,
Corn bread and buttermilk,
And good old turnip greens.
24Funding for digitization provided by the Arkansas Humanities Council and the Happy Hollow Foundation
Go tell aunt Rhody; Go tell aunt Nancy; Go tell Rosie
No full textvoiceCollected by Joe Moore Sung by Mr. D. L. (Lon) Moore
For M. C. Parler Fayetteville, Arkansas
January 3, 1965
Reel 380, Item 5
The Old Gray Goose
Go tell Aunt Patsy, go tell Aunt Patsy,
Go tell Aunt Patsy, the old grey goose is dead.
The one she's been saving, the one she's been saving, The one she's been saving, to make her feather bed.
She died last Friday, she died last Friday,
She died last Friday in the old wood shed.
The little goslings crying, the little goslings crying, The little goslings crying because their mother's dead.
The old gander's mourning, the old gander's mourning, The old gander's mourning because his wife is dead.
17Funding for digitization provided by the Arkansas Humanities Council and the Happy Hollow Foundation
Out of the way for old Dan Tucker,
No full textvoiceCollected by Joe Moore Sung by Mr. D. L. (Lon) Moore
For M. C. Parler Fayetteville, Arkansas
January 3, 1965
Reel 380 Item 9
Old Dan Tucker
Old Dan Tucker came to town,
Riding a goat and leading a hound,
The hound did bark and the goat did jump, And left old Daniel straddle of a stump.
Chorus:
Out of the way for old Dan Tucker,
Came too late to get his supper.
Old Dan Tucker he got drunk,
Fell in the fire and kicked up a chunk, Red hot coal got in his shoe,
Bless you honey how the ashes flew.
Chorus
Old Dan Tucker's a fine old man,
He washed his face in a frying pan, Combed his head with a wagon wheel,
And died with the toothache in his heel.
Chorus
22Funding for digitization provided by the Arkansas Humanities Council and the Happy Hollow Foundation
Postcard from Mrs. D.L. Cooke to Sam Tanaka, August 1943
No full textPostcard from Mrs. D.L. Cooke to Sam Tanaka in the Jerome incarceration camp including a greeting and update from Cooke.The Japanese American Archival Collection documents the people, places, and daily life of Japanese Americans, primarily those who lived in the once thriving community of pre-war Florin in the Sacramento region, as well as the conditions in American incarceration camps during World War II. The approximately 7,000 original items include personal and official letters, photographs, diaries, arts and crafts, newsletters, textiles, camps artifacts, yearbooks and other publications
Twas a cold winter night and the Winds blew across the wild moor,
No full textvoiceCollected by Joe Moore For M. C. Parler
Sung by Mr. D. L. (Lon) Moore Fayetteville, Arkansas January 3, 1965
Reel 380 Item 10
Poor Mary
Twas a cold winter night and the Winds blew across the wild moor,
When Mary came wandering home with her child,
Till she came to her own father's door.
"Saying, father, oh do let me in,
Take pity on me I implore,
For this child in my arms it will perish and die From the winds that blow cross the wild moor."
But her father was deaf to her cry,
Not a sound of her voice reached his ear,
Though the watch dogs did howl and the village bells tolled, And the winds blew across the wild moor.
Now what must that father have felt When he went to the door in the morn,
And found Mary dead and the child Fondly clasped in its dead mother's arms.
The father in grief passed away,
And the child to the grave soon was borne,
And there's no one lives there till this day,
And that cottage to ruin has gone.
"The villagers point out the spot,
Where the willow weeps over the door,
Saying, there Mary perished and died
From the winds that blew across the wild moor."
23Funding for digitization provided by the Arkansas Humanities Council and the Happy Hollow Foundation
My father and mother were Irish,
No full textvoiceCollected by Joe Moore For M. C. Parler
Sung by Mr. D. L. (Lon) Moore Fayetteville, Arkansas January 3, 1965
Reel 380 Item 8
My Father and Mother Were Irish
My father and mother were Irish,
My father and mother were Irish,
My father and mother were Irish,
And I'm a little Irishman too.
They fed the pig in the parlor,
They fed the pig in the parlor,
They fed the pig in the parlor,
And that was Irish too.
They fed the cow in the iitchen,
They fed the cow in the kitchen,
They fed the cow in the kitchen,
And that was Irish too.
The old cat jumped in the cream jar,
The old cat jumped in the cream jar,
The old cat jumped in the cream jar,
And that was Irish too.
My father and mother were Irish,
My father and mother were Irish,
My father and mother were Irish,
And I'm a little Irishman too.
21Funding for digitization provided by the Arkansas Humanities Council and the Happy Hollow Foundation
Johnny Moran, kziff, Kzan
No full textvoiceCollected by Joe Moore Sung by Mr. D. L. (Lon) Moore
For M. C. Parler Fayetteville, Arkansas
January 3, 1965
Reel 380 Item 7
Johnny Moran
Oh, who will squeeze my little girl's hand, little girl's hand,
Oh, who will squeeze my little girl's hand, little girl's hand,
Oh, who will squeeze my little girl's hand, when I am far away.
Chorus:
Johnny Moran, kziff, Kzan Kalamazoo, Lake Michigan, for I'm a bold, bad man.
Oh, who will take my girl to ride, girl to ride,
Oh, who will take my girl to ride, girl to ride,
Oh, who will take my girl to ri--d—e,
when I'm far away.
Chorus
Oh, who will wear my tooth pick shoes, toothpick shoes,
Oh, who will wear my toothpick shoes, toothpick shoes,
Oh, who will wear my toothpick sh—o—e—s,
when I am far away.
Chorus
Oh, who will feed my yellow dog, yellow dog,
Oh, who will feed my yellow dog, yellow dog,
Oh, who will feed my yellow d—o—g,
When I am far away.
Chorus
Oh, who will wear my stove pipe hat, stove pipe hat,
Oh, who will wear my stove pipe hat, stove pipe hat,
Oh, who will wear my stove pipe h—a—t,
When I'm far away.
Chorus
20Funding for digitization provided by the Arkansas Humanities Council and the Happy Hollow Foundation
Miss Sooky was standing by the washing tub,
No full textvoiceCollected by Joe Moore Sung by Mr. D. L. (Lon) Moore
For M. C. Parler Fayetteville, Arkansas
December 25, 1964 Reel 380, Item 3
Miss Sooky
Miss Sooky was standing by the washing tub,
A washing up her clothes so nice,
And it popped in my head and to her I said,
Sooky suds I'm off in a strife, strife, strife,
Sooky suds I'm off in a strife.
Oh, where are you going said Sooky to me,
Oh, where are you going said she,
I'm going away new countries for to see, see, see, New countries for to see.
It's no such a thing said Sooky to me,
It's no such a thing said she,
You're just going courting another pretty girl Just because you're tired of me, me, me,
Just because you're tired of me.
Oh, now my Sooky, Sooky dear,
I'll vow and clear that sin,
So dry up your tears my Sooky, Sooky dear,
And take to the bottle of gin, gin, gin,
And take to the bottle of gin.
Miss Sooky and I drew up by the fire,
Take sup, sup, sup about,
Miss Sooky turned up the bottle, that she did,
And she drank it every drop out, out, out,
And she drank it every drop out.
Miss Sooky's patience got so high,
That they could not get any higher,
And she picked up a three legged stool, that she did, And she knocked this child in the fire, fire, fire, And she knocked this child in the fire.
So all young men take a warning by this,
And when you go courting again,
Go weeping away, leave the girls hist the wind,
But be sure and not take any gin, gin, gin,
But be sure and not take any gin.
15Funding for digitization provided by the Arkansas Humanities Council and the Happy Hollow Foundation
The fox walked out one moon shiny night,
No full textvoiceCollected by Joe Moore Sung by Mr. D. L. (Lon) Moore
For M. C. Parler Fayetteville, Arkansas
January 3, 1965
Reel 380 Item 6
The Old Black Duck
The fox walked out one moon shiny night,
And he prayed for the moon to afford him light,
Till he got through the towney—o, towney—o, towney—o, And he prayed for the moon to afford him light,
Till he got through the towney—o.
And he went up in the farmer's yard,
Ducks and the geese were all afraid,
Says the fattest of you will grease my beard,
When I get through the towney-oo, towney-oo, towney—o, Says the fattest of you will grease my beard,
When I get through the towney-oo.
And he picked the old black duck up by the neck,
Threw her up, up on his back,
And the old black duck said quack, quack, quack,
And legs hang dingling downey-o, downey—o, downey—o,
And the old black duck said quack, quack, quack,
And her legs hang dingling downey—o.
And old mother widdle-waddle lying in the bed,
And out of the window she popped her old head,
Saying John, John, John the black duck's gone,
The fox gone through the towney—o, towney—o, towney—o, Saying John, John, John the black duck's gone,
The fox gone through the towney—o.
And John ran up, up the hill, blew his horn both loud and shrill,
But the fox's course was onward still,
Till he got through the towney—o, towney—o, towney—o, But the fox's course was onward still,
Till he got through the towney—o.
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The Old Black Duck: Continued
And he went up into his den,
Where he had young one, six or eight, or ten,
And he tore her up without knife or fork,
And the young ones picked the boney—o, boney—o, boney—o,
And he tore her up without knife or fork,
And the young ones picked the boney—o.
19Funding for digitization provided by the Arkansas Humanities Council and the Happy Hollow Foundation
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