Missouri State University
Max Hunter Folk Song Collection

Holy Boly

Cat. #0517 (MFH #257) - As sung by the Gilbert sisters, Fayetteville, Arkansas on July 5, 1960

VERSE 1
There was an ole woman
In London, she did dwell
She loved 'er ole man dearly
An' another'n twice't as well

VERSE 2
She went to th doctor
To see if she could find
Some kind of medicine
That'd run 'er old man blind

VERSE 3
She got some holy boly
An' made 'im eat it all
An' then he said, my dear ole wife
I cannot see at all

VERSE 4
She begin to kick an' prittle around
Cause he was blind
He said, I'll go an' drown myself
If th river I can find

VERSE 5
She said, O no, my dear ole man
For fear you'll go astray
I'll take you by your dear old hand
And I'll lead you all th way

VERSE 6
She led him to th river
An' then up to th shore
An' she stepped back a little
To run an' push 'im o'er

VERSE 7
When she stepped back a little
T' run an' push him in
The ole man stepped aside a little
An' th ole lady, she ran in

VERSE 8
She began to kick an' scramble around
For fear that she might swim
Th ole man cut a big long pole
An' he pushed her further in

VERSE 9
An ' now my song is ended
I can't sing any more
An' don't you know, that derned ole fool
Come a swim'n to th shore

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