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10. He hugged her, he kissed her, He threw her around, He threw her in the deep waters Where he thought she would drown.
ii. The people, they gathered; They hunted up and down; But the corpse of little Oma, Could never be found.
12. Little Oma's brother Was fishing one day.
He saw the corpse of Oma, Come floating along.
13. They sent for John Lewis; They brought him to that place; They propped her up before him, So he could see her face.
14. "I'll tell you no more stories; I'll tell you no more lies;
I drowned little Oma; I'll never reach the skies."
15. Sweet to meet, But, oh, how bitter To love a pretty girl And then can't gitter! |
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"Oma Wise." Recorded by Mrs. Henry from the singing of Miss Dicey McLean, Crossnore, Avery County, North Carolina, July, 1929.
1. I'll tell you a story Of little Oma Wise: How she got drownded By John Lewis' lies.
2. He told her to meet him At Adams' Spring;
He'd bring her some money And other fine things. |
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