My Daughter

Cat. #1433 (MFH #967) - As sung by Otis Williams, Wesley, Arkansas on

There came to port last Sunday night
Th queeriest little craft
Without a inch of rigging on
I looked an' looked an' laughed
It seemed so curious that,
She should toss, on water
An' moor herself within my room
My daughter, O, my daughter

Yet, by th present witness----
She's welcome fifty times
He came consigned to hope an' love
An' common meter rhyme
She has no manifest but this
No flight --- o'er th water
She's rather new for --- ---
My daughter, O my daughter

Ring out wild bells and tame ones too
Ring out th worried moon
Ring in th little ------ ------
Ring in th bibs an' -----