I heard a rumbling in the skies, It imitated thunder, If my good wife gets back again, ’Twill surely be a wonder. 
cho: Now, lookit here, and lookit there, And look ’way over yonder, And can’t you see the old gray goose A-smiling at the gander? 
On Saturday night my good wife died, On Sunday she was buried, But Monday was my courtin’ day, And Tuesday I got married. 
My sister Sal, she had a dream, She dreamt she went a-gunnin’, She dreamt she ate a johnny-cake As big as any punkin’. 
The other night I had a dream: Barefoot, I went a-courtin’; I stubbed my toe on a flinty stone, And the sparks flew up South Mountain. file from: www.traditionalmusic.co.uk 
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