Cat. #0074 (MFH #349) - As sung by Milton Battle, Salem, Arkansas on April 23, 1958
VERSE 1
I'se strolling down th street one day
I heard some people say
There goes a poor ole black niggar
He is going far away
When I turned around to see what I could see
There stood my true love
She stepped right up to me
And then I laughed
VERSE 2
Well, then she says you negro,
Youse not going far away
For if you do your honey
Will cry this live-long day,
Then she stepped up to me
She took me by the hand
She says, you is my honey
Why, couse you is my man
VERSE 3
If you won't be my man
I'll have no man atall
She says, you is my honey
I love you best of all,
Then I popped the question
You cain't guess what she said
We married the very next day
But the words old Milton said
And then I laughed