PRETTY POLLY (RYE WHISKEY) Sung by: W.P. Detherow Recorded in Batesville, AR, 7/19/52 Click here to listen to the original recording Will you think it unkind For me to sit down by you And tell you my mind? My mind is for to marry And never more part, For the first time that I saw you, You wounded my heart. Go away from my window; Go away from my door. Go a-courting pretty Sally, Where you have been before. Rye whiskey, rye whiskey, Rye whiskey I crave, And if I can't get rye whiskey, I'll go to my grave. I'll eat when I'm hungry, And I'll drink when I'm dry. If the trees don't fall on me, I'll live 'til I die. Also found in Randolph, Vol. III, #405, "Rye Whiskey, Rye Whiskey." |
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