Cat. #0034 (MFH #462) - As sung by Fred High, High, Arkansas on February 12, 1958
VERSE 1
I went to see my pretty little girl
She looked so neat an' fine
Every time I looked at her
O, I wished that girl was mine
O, I wished that girl was mine
VERSE 2
I stayed with her all day
An' when I went to go away
I took her by the lily white hand
And I led her to the door
And the answer that she gave me,
You cain't come no more
No, no, you cain't come no more
VERSE 3
About three weeks after this
I'm sure it was not four
Till she wrote to me a letter
O, do, come onc't more
O, do, come onc't more
VERSE 4
Then I'd heerd old men say,
That the fairest of th ladies
Will soon fade away
O, they'll soon fade away