Cat. #0205 (MFH #89) - As sung by Mrs. Laura McDonald, Springdale, Arkansas on July 23, 1958
VERSE 1
It's wrought of me, the time draws near
When you and I must part
It's little did you think or know
Th grief of my poor heart
VERSE 2
Why do I suffer for your sake
T'is you I love so dear
I wish that you was going with me
Or else I could stay here
VERSE 3
Your cheeks are of th rosy red
Your lips like ruby pearls
There is no fault, within my love
That model, I conceal
VERSE 4
Your company my dearest dear
So charming sweet to me
It makes me think when your away
That every day makes three
VERSE 5
That every day makes three, my dear
That every hour makes ten
It makes me weep when I should sleep
An' say, I've lost a friend
VERSE 6
I wish my breast was made of glass
Wherein, you might behold
Your name is written on my heart
With letters lined in gold
VERSE 7
When I'm for miles and miles away
On some poor distant shore
Among th rocks and mountains, where
Wild beasts may howl 'n roar
VERSE 8
The eagle and th blackbird whirl
And little sparrow too
What would I give to this old world
If I was but married to you