Cat. #0755 (MFH #393) - As sung by Ollie Gilbert, Mountain View, Arkansas on May 26, 1969
VERSE 1
When I was a bachelor, old an' young
Courted a widow with a clatter'n tongue
Kisses that I give 'er was a hunderd an' ten
I told 'er I'd marry 'er but I didn't tell 'er when
VERSE 2
Monday morn'n I married a wife
Hope'n t' live a happy life
Fiddle an' danced just all we pleased
T' think how happy we would be
VERSE 3
Tuesday morning all alone
Said an ole wife a scold'n gone
She ripped, she tore, she cursed, she swore
Th like I never heard before
VERSE 4
Wednesday morn'n I went t' th woods
Hope'n that she'd prove good
Cut me down a little willa green
I believe it's a keen'a one as ever I seen
VERSE 5
Thursday morn'n I whipped her well
Whipped her more than tongue could tell
Told her that she better not be
Th devil would take 'er an' take 'er for me
VERSE 6
Friday morn'n at th break of day
There she lay as cold as clay
Rupe an' th crupe an' a little patch a cane
Devil took 'er off in a little shower o' rain