Cat. #0528 (MFH #128) - As sung by Olivia Hauser, Fayetteville, Arkansas on July 5, 1960
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 lovers going away
VERSE 2
Who's this at my bed room window
Who sings an' sings so mournfully
Tis I, tis I, your own dear Edward
Coming once more for to trouble thee
VERSE 3
O, Mary dear, go ask your Mother
If you my bride can ever be
If she says no, come back an' tell me
And I no more shall trouble thee
VERSE 4
O, no, I'll not go 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
Tis, I can climb th highest treetops
Tis, I can rob th riches nest
Tis, I can court th fairest maiden
But not th one that I love best