LITTLE BALL OF YARN

It was in the month of May, when the lambs did skip and play
That I met a pretty fair maid, and thus to her did say,
Let me wind up your little ball of yarn

Ball of yarn, ball of yarn,
Let me wind up your little ball of yarn

Oh no kind sir said she you are stranger unto me
And perhaps you have some other charm.
And I'd rather go with those, who have money and fine clothes
To wind up my little ball of yarn

Ball of yarn, ball of yarn,
And I'd rather go with those &c.

I took her by the waist and gently laid her down
Not intending to do her any harm
And the mocking bird and thrush was singing in the bush
While I wound up her little ball of yarn.

Ball of yarn, ball of yarn,
While I wound up, &c.

She jumped up from the green and pulled her clothing down
And home unto her mother she did run.
And I skinned off from the green, for fear of being seen
For I had wound up her little ball of yarn.

December 21, 1929. Davids MSS, pg 20. Written down
by R.M. Davids, Cross X Ranch, Woodmere, Florida,
c. 1924. Sent in to R.W.Gordon by J.C. Colcoro[...]
Found in the Gordon Inferno Collection.


See online here: https://archive.org/details/1917gordoninfernocollection/page/n26/mode/1up?q=yarn