Cat. #1352 (MFH #928) - As sung by Mary Stoutland, Fort Smith, Arkansas on July 11, 1969
VERSE 1
An Italian, a Hebrew, an Irishman
Once in search of recreation
Tooking up from each
An allowance to spend a vacation
They got lost, way out in th woods
It was dark an' lonely
All their food gave out, except
One piece of baloney
VERSE 2
Someone shouts, says I've got a knife
There's no use of cutting
If we do there isn't enough
Who'll give us a speeding
Ho, ho, ho, I think if we keep th baloney awhile
What ya say, say Tony
An' I'll try an' stay awake
And I'll watch th baloney
VERSE 3
Nothing doing, Tony me boy
It might be to inviting
I suggest we all go to bed
So there's nothin' phoney
An' th one who has th nicest dream
Wins th baloney
Ho, ho, ho, I jest a had a nice'a dream
I think this morning at seven
I dreamed I die away
And up descended to Heaven
VERSE 4
I go right thru th pearly gates
On a nice white pony
You no can beat a dream, like that
So, I win th baloney
VERSE 5
Nost so fast, me bucko, me boy
I had quite a dream, myself
I died for over eating
I went up t' Heaven
And, O, what a greeting
Up came Peter, smiling an' said
If it ain't my old friend, Maloney
Now, you can't beat a dream, like that
So, I win th baloney
VERSE 6
Vell, I know I have to admit
I know you aren't liying
Cause I dream't that both of you died
O, how I was crying
You vent up to Heaven an' then
Vhile I felt so lonely
I dream't that you weren't coming back
So, I ate th baloney