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No. 75
If You Want to Go A-courting |
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2 They hain't got sense to bake a pound of bread, They'll throw on a log heap as high as my head, They'll rake out the ashes and then they'll throw A little some of what's called dough, boys, dough.
3 They'll milk the old cow and they'll milk her in a gourd And set it in a corner and covered with a board.
And that's the best that I got there, All along on a missionary fair.
4 Hey, old lady, you'd better run,
Yonder comes your daddy with the doubled barreled gun.
I'll stand my ground as brave as a bear,
I'll tangle my fingers with the old man's hair. |
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