Cat. #0561 (MFH #65) - As sung by Mrs. Norma Kisner, Springdale, Arkansas on November 25, 1960
VERSE 1
I'll tell you a story of a burglar man
Who went to rob a house
He peeped in at th window
An' crept in as quiet as a mouse
VERSE 2
He was thinking of th money, he'd get
While under th bed he lay
That burglar man saw a sight, that night
That made his hair turn gray
VERSE 3
At nine o'clock an ole maid came in
I am so tired, she said
Then thinking that all was well
She forgot t' look under th bed
VERSE 4
She took out her teeth an' her big glass eye
An' th hair from off her head
That burglar man had nineteen fits
As he come from under th bed
VERSE 5
When from under th bed that burglar came
He was a perfect wreck
The ole maid she did not hollow, at all
But she grabbed 'im around the neck
VERSE 6
From under her arm, a cold revolver, she drew
An' to this burglar she said,
Young man, you've got to marry me
Or I'll blow off th top of your head
VERSE 7
He looked at her teeth an' her big glass eye
He had no place to scoot
So, he said, to the old maid standing by
Woman, for the Lords sake, shoot