Cat. #0513 (MFH #454) - As sung by Mrs. Bertha Lauderdale, Fayetteville, Arkansas on July 5, 1960
VERSE 1
O, if I was a good pensman
An' could write a good hand
I'd write my true love a letter
In a far away land
May God keep him secure
From th cold wind an' th rain
For I never will marry
Till he comes back again
VERSE 2
O, that I could be with him
In th cold stormy weather
We'd talk our trials, our troubles, over together
An' we'd be secure
From th cold wind an th rain
For I never wil marry
Till he comes back again
May God keep him secure
From th cold wind an' th rain
For I never will marry
Till he comes back again
VERSE 3
O, that I had all th gold
That lies in London store
Or ten times as much as
My apron would hold
So free would I give it
Jest to see th face of yon man
For I never will marry
Till he comes back again
May God keep him secure
From th cold wind an' th rain
For I never will marry
Till he comes back again