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THE SINGLE GIRL When I was single, went dressed all so fine, Now I am married, go ragged all the time. I wish I was a single girl again, O Lord I wish I was a single girl again. When I was single, my shoes did screak Now I am married, my shoes they do leak. Three little babes crying for bread With none to give them, I'd rather be dead. One a-crying, "Mama, I want a piece of bread." One a-crying, "Mama, I want to go to bed." Wash them little feet and out them to bed Along comes a drunkard and wishes they were dead. Wash their little feet and send them to school Along comes a drunkard and calls them a fool. When he comes in it's a curse and a row Knocking down the children and pulling out my hair. Dishes to wash, springs to go to When you are married, you've all to do. Supper to get, the cows to milk Them blamed little children is all crying yet. From English Folk Songs in the Southern Appalachians, Sharp Collected from Mrs. Ellie Johnson, NC, 1916 note: a more bitter version than most RG @marriage @bitching @abuse @child DT #848 filename[ SNGLGRL2 TUNE FILE: SNGLGRL2 CLICK TO PLAY RG |
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