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40 JOHNNY DOYLE
See Campbell and Sharp, No. 83; Hudson, Journal, XXXIX, 121; Shearin and Combs, 27; Phillips Barry, Ancient British Ballads, etc. (a privately printed list), No. 5 5. This is an interesting case of "communal re-creation." The older form of Johnny Doyle is an Irish street ballad. Mr. Barry printed the air in Journal, XXIV, 340. For English and Irish referenes, see Campbell and Sharp, p. 332 (note).
No local title. Obtained from Mrs. Mary Tucker, Varnell, Georgia, 1929. |
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1. It was one Friday evening; It happen but late When me and my Johnny Was about to take a flight. |
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2. My waiting maid was standing by. Those words heard she. She run to my mama And told it on me. |
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3. 1 bundled up his clothes And bid him to be gone. So sad, sick and wounded, He moved along.
4. Behind young Ganual More They forced me to ride And six double horse-men To ride on by my side.
5. And also they forced me, They forced me to stand, And also they forced me To give him my right hand. |
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