Cat. #0003 (MFH #128) - As sung by Wise Jones, Fayetteville, Arkansas on March 25, 1958
VERSE 1
Wake up, wake up, you drowsy sleeper
Wake up, wake up, for it's almost day
How can you stand to sleep and slumber
When your own true love is goin' away
VERSE 2
Who is this at my bedroom window?
Who cries and cries, so mournfully
Tis I, tis I, your own dear Edward
Coming once more for t' trouble thee
VERSE 3
O, Mary dear, go ask your Mother
If you my bride can never be
And if she says no, come back and tell me
And I'll no more will trouble thee
VERSE 4
O, no, I'll not go ask my Mother
For she lies on her bed at rest
And in 'er hand she holds a letter
That tells her of your own disgrace
VERSE 5
O, Mary dear, go ask your Father
If you my bride can never be
If he says no, come back an' tell me
And I'll no more will trouble thee
VERSE 6
O, no, I'll not go ask my Father,
For he lies on his bed at rest
And in his hand he holds a weapon
To kill th one that I love best
VERSE 7
O, Edward dear, go court some other
And whisper love words in 'er ear
O, I'll not go court some other
For your th one that I hold dear
VERSE 8
If I could climb th highest tree tops
If I could rob th richest nest
If I could court th fairest lady
But never th one that I love best
Wise Jones is a student at the University of Arkansas. He learned this song from Lula Davis, Fayetteville, Arkansas.