Cat. #0567 (MFH #516) - As sung by Mrs. Haden Robinson, Fayetteville, Arkansas on November 26, 1960
VERSE 1
I came to this country
In eighteen and sixty three
I seen so many fair maidens
But ner'ry a one for me
I gazed all about me
An' found I was alone
An' me, a poor stranger
And along ways from home
And me, a poor stranger
And along ways from home
VERSE 2
I wish I was a scholar
I could write some fine hand
I'd write my love a letter
That she would understand
I'd send it by a little dove
By th isles that overflow
Then, think of pretty Ma-ry
Wherever I'd go
An' think of pretty Ma-ry
Wherever I'd go
VERSE 3
I wish I was a sparrow
Had wings an' could fly
This night at my loves house
This night I'd draw nigh
An' in her little window
All night I'd sit and mourn
And think of pretty Ma-ry
Wherever I'd go
An' think of pretty Ma-ry
Wherever I'd go