Hey guys I ran across this tonight cause i did a google search for something that has plagued me for years.

As far back as I can remember any time my father and I did work on the farm he always told me that i needed to learn this story.. He said it had been taught to him by his father and by his father and so on back though our family..

I sure wish i had paid more attention to it than I did, for my father passed away and about then is when I realized i should have listened to him more, I never really cared to learn it, or paid much attention until he passed and it just hit me one day and I could not remember it. Over the years More and more of it has came back to me but SO SO different than anything I have seen here yet so so identical.

Everything in my version is the same, just with different twits.. Here is the Version i was tuaght... what i can remember..

I woke up one morning in 1805
i felt so very happy to find my self alive
i harnested up my team as business to persue
and went on hauling wood as i use for to do..

I only hauled two loads
instead of hauling four
as i stayed in jolly town so long
i coudlnt haual any more
the saloons being open
and the whiskey being free
as soon as once glass was emptied
another one was filled for me.

i meet an old aquaintance
whos name was johny hall
who told me that night where there was to be a ball
i drove me team on home
and put them in the barn
I saddled up my horse not thinking any harm.


( i remember somthing about moonlight here but Cant remember i have found no verses mathing what my father taught me)

I rode away so still
that i scarcley drew a breath
until i entered bunkers hill

my father followed after me
as he often said he might
and with his proxy so white
he peared into every crack
he could spy light
with his beard so white
from the frost of the night

now four of us good jolly men
out on the dance floor
with 4 of the prettiest girls
that ever sialed from fance
the fiddler being willing
and his arm beng stong
will play the grounds of ireland
only 4 hours long.

now come on all ye ladies
quit riasing such a fuss
for its bad enough with out
theres no need to cuss

now come on all you gentleman
who raises such a purse,
you have been guilty of the same
perhaps a little worse

Thats the best i can recall from what my daddy taught me, And i will probably go to my grave guilty of not listening to him. If anyone has heard a version closer to mine please contact me so i can have some peace of mind..

My Name is Jason Ruark my email is robedmage @ hotmail.com