I WENT DOWN To NEW ORLEANS

As I went down to New Oreleans
To get a glass of porter
The landlord and the landlady
Had just sat down for to eat their supper

Chorus:
Tur-a-had-lick-a-one-high-high
Tur-a-had-a-lick-a one-eyed reilly

The girls, the girls,
Came flocking in
Like to bees to swarming
There was one among the crowd
[. . . . ] was she charming


This pretty fair maid
She went to bed
She left her doors unbuttoned
Well I knew I might shut
The bunch of holes I found opened

I carefully pulling off my shoes
I went into her chamber
Say pretty fair maiden are you awake
Have you lodging for a stranger?

Oh you be gone, replied this maid
I fear you are some rover
I looked so sweek and kissed so neat,
Til I go her to turn over

And I fished and boxed around the hole
Till I got it open
I ramed my due-nick in nine inch
Never touched the bottom

And I heard a rumbling up the stairs
Who should come but her old mother
Saw me leave between her daughters thighs.
Threw her hands and cried out murder

I quickly made a sudden spring
I did her by the shoulders
I took rammed her ass against the wall
[.......... ]


And I heard another rumbling up the stair
But who should come but her old father
A brace of pistols in each hand
To shoot the man who fucked his wife
And shagged his daughter

I quickly made a sudden spring
I siezed him by the collar
Rammed his pistols up his ass
Fucked his wife and shagged his daughter


And I went out into the country
There the boys they called me rowser
Fucked his wife and shagged his daughter
Shook my prick at his old dog towser

Jonathan, an unsual tune. Listen to recording please.


July 21, 1941, "I went down to New Orleans" (aka The One-Eyed Reilly), sung by Lewis Winfield (b. 1865?). Wisconsin Folksong Collection, 1937-1946.



Recording: https://asset.library.wisc.edu/1711.dl/2PNPAIZXBMH368C/M/b256-73adb.mp4?dl



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