Cat. #0130 (MFH #128) - As sung by Mrs. Oliva Hauser, Fayetteville, Arkansas on June 21, 1958
VERSE 1
Wake up, wake up, you drowsy sleeper
Wake up, wake up, it's almost day
How can you stand to sleep an' slumber
When your own true lover's going away
VERSE 2
Who's this at my bedroom window
That sings and sighs so mournfully
Tis I, tis I, your own dear Edward
Coming once more for to trouble thee
VERSE 3
O, Mary dear, go and ask your mother
If you my bride can ever be
If she says no, come back and tell me
And I, no more shall trouble thee
VERSE 4
O, no, I'll not go and ask my mother
For she lies on her bed at rest
And in her hand she holds a letter
That tells her of your own disgrace
VERSE 5
O, Edward dear, go and court some other
An' whisper sweet things in her ear
O, no, I'll not go and court some other
For your th one that I hold dear
VERSE 6
Tis I could climb the highest tree top
Tis I can rob the riches nest
Tis I could wed the fairest lady
But not th one that I love best