Cat. #0321 (MFH #369) - As sung by Mr. Fred High, High, Arkansas on February 11, 1959
VERSE 1
I rode up to my sweethearts door
In calling for my darling
Her Father dear, says, she's not here
Nor neither 'bout my dwelling
VERSE 2
Jest then she stepped from th window blind
I stood a moment, a gazing
My reins I threw an' my pistol I drew
An' I swore them rooms I would enter
VERSE 3
I took my true love by one hand
My pistol in the other
Says, this is th way of any true love
They'll fight for one an' another
VERSE 4
She bid farewell, to 'er Father dear
Also to 'er loving Mother
Says, this young man, who holds my hand
Shall live with me forever