Cat. #0605 (MFH #368) - As sung by Mary Parler Randolph, Fayetteville, Arkansas on January 13, 1968
VERSE 1
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ your little ball O' yarn, yarn, yarn
Let me wind up your little ball O' yarn
VERSE 2
Oh, no siree, said she
Your a stranger unto me
Perhaps _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ another charm
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ have money an' fine clothes
And will wind up th little ball O' yarn, yarn, yarn
And will wind up th little ball O' yarn, yarn, yarn
VERSE 3
So I took her by th waist
And I gently laid 'er down
Not thinking I would do 'er any harm
When th blackbirds and th thrush
Started banging in th brush
And I wound up her little ball O' yarn, yarn, yarn
And I wound up her little ball O' yarn, yarn, yarn
(Mary played th guitar so loud it drowned our part of her singing. Vance also gives us an opinion - strictly his, I'm sure.)