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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. (Chorus) Ri-tu-ri-nu, ri-tu-di-nay, Ri-tu-di-nu, ri-tu-di-nay. 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 Notes: Alan Lomax wrote:
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masato sakurai | Posted - 13 Aug 05 - 11:24 am | |
Laws G16. |