Cat. #0348 (MFH #97) - As sung by Mrs. Pearl Brewer, Pocahontas, Arkansas on May 27, 1959
VERSE 1
One afternoon, I was strolling down
A quiet street, so fair
Two men I met, one was a clerk
And one a millionaire
VERSE 2
They both had loved th same girl
And th rich man won th race
Th clerk congraulated him
As they met face to face
VERSE 3
Says he, I thought she loved me tho'
It is needaless now to say
How happy I was with her
Until you came in our way
VERSE 4
I loved her first, you won her heart
Tho' when your love tale, was told
I knew my hopes had been shattered to well
For knew you had nothing but gold
VERSE 5
Th rich man laughed at him in scorn
And walked away in pride
He thought not of th future
And cared less else besides
VERSE 6
Th years rolled on, a letter from
That woman came one day
She said, she'd never loved this man
From him she would run away
VERSE 7
He answered back, to late, to late
For it is I'm married now
Go back to your husband
Don't forget your marriage vow