Sung by: W.P. Detherow
Recorded in Batesville, AR 7/14/52

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My Willie, he's a good boy--a good boy is he.
How often he's told me how constant he'd be,
But now he has left me to sink or to swim.
Yet if he can live without me, I can live without him.

Chorus: Forsaken, forsaken, forsaken by one.
Poor fool, he's mistaken if he thinks I will mourn.
I'll pull off my gray dress and put on my green;
For if I am forsaken, I'm only sixteen.

He's hugged me, and he kissed me, and told me more lies
Than the sand on the seashore, than the stars in the skies.


Also found in Randolph, Vol. I, #49, "Cuckoo", probably same; Brown, Vol. III, #248, "The Inconstant Lover"; Belden, p. 476, "The Unconstant Lover."

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