|Author||Topic: Add: The Pizen Sarpint|
|dmcg||Posted - 13 Aug 05 - 10:21 am|
In Springfield mountain there did dwe-i-ell
A lovely youth I knew full we-i-ll.
One day this youth did go-i-o,
Down in the meadow for to mow-i-o.
He skeerst had mowed half round the fie-i-ield,
When a pizen sarpint tuck him by the he-i-el.
He laid right down upon the grou-ow-ound,
Shut both his eyes and looked all ar-ow-ound.
"O pappy da-wa-wad, go tell my ga-wa-wal,
That I'm goin' fer to die, I know I sha-wa-wal."
"O John, O john, why did you go-wo-wo
Out in the meadow for to mo-wo-wow?"
"O Sal, O Sal, why don't you kno-wo-wow,
When the grass gits ripe, it must be mo-wo-wowed?"
Sal tuck his heel all in her mou-ow-wouth,
And tried to suck the pizen ou-ow-wout.
But Sal she had a rotten too-oo-ooth,
And so the pizen kilt them bo-o-oth.
Come all young girls and shed one tear-weer-weer,
For these young folks who died right here-weer-weer.
Come all young men and warnin' ta-wa-wake,
Don't never get bit by a rattle-sna-wa-wake.
Source: Alan Lomax, The Penguin Book of American Folk Songs, Penguin, 1964
Alan Lomax wrote:
|masato sakurai||Posted - 13 Aug 05 - 11:24 am|