The following is from our GUEST, who I e-mailed to invite back to the 'Cat to see what's come in. --Praise

"I remember my uncle singing these lines to us, trying to occupy us on a trip. The song or poem (?) I am looking for contains the following lines:

Oh, I went to see my Susan,

She met me at the door(gate)..

Now Susan quit your foolin

and give your love to me

--or give me back my 50 cents

and I will let you be. ..

Her face was like a frying pan,

her nose was long and thin.

Now good by Susan Jane---

I tried to follow what you sent me and looked up Bradley Kincaid... No luck! Cecil Sharp..zero. Jean Thomas' book "Devils Ditty's... nada.

Where else can I look? I stumbled on Mudcat, and was a first time visitor. Thanks for replying."