Hi Jim, here's how I hear the Blind Blake Higgs version. (listen). See also - My Long Skinny Lanky Sarah Jane

CONSUMPTIVE MARY SARA JANE

She promised to meet me while the clock strikes seventeen
Down by my stockyard, so many miles away
Where string beans and onions sell at seventeen cents a pound
She's my freckle-faced consumptive Sara Jane

She is my lady, my baby, she's cross-eye and she's crazy
She had a banjo belly, a parrot toe
Her grandma made her sleep outdoor
Some say her breath was sweet but I'd rather smell her feet
She's my freckle-faced consumptive Sara Jane

She is my honey, she got money, she's a good gal but she's funny
She got iron hands, crooked feet
She don't like fish, but she crazy about me
Some say her teeths was false from drinking Epson salt
She's my freckle-faced consumptive Sara Jane

Some say her teeths was false from drinking Epson salt
She's my freckle-faced consumptive Sara Jane

Some say her breath was sweet but I'd rather smell her feet
She's my freckle-faced consumptive Sara Jane