Cat. #1173 (MFH #576) - As sung by O.B. Campbell, Vinita, Oklahoma on August 9, 1971
VERSE 1
Farewell, sweet Lily
O farewell so dear
I hate to leave you
I love you so dear
VERSE 2
But we promised to marry
Three months or more ago
Th war has broke out
Now, Willie has to go
VERSE 3
Your people they don't like me
They say, that I am poor
They say, that I ain't worthy
Of entering your door
VERSE 4
They say that I drink whiskey
My money is my own
And them that don't like me
Can let me alone
VERSE 5
My foot is in my stirrup
My whip is in my hand
I'll court sweet Lily
An' marry if I can
VERSE 6
He begged me, he teased me
Three months or more ago
To live with his Mamma
I told 'im I could not go
VERSE 7
I'm troubled, I'm troubled
I'm troubled in my mind
An' if trouble don't kill me
I'll live a long time