Sung by: W.P. Detherow
Recorded in Batesville, AR, 7/19/52

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I asked my girl to marry me,
And what do you reckon she said?
She said she wouldn't marry me
'Til all the rest was dead.

Chorus: Farewell, Liza, my true love,
Farewell, Liza Jane.
Farewell, Liza, my true love,
I'm coming back again.

Your head is like the coffee pot;
Your nose is like the spout.
Your mouth is like the fireplace
With the ashes all carried out.


I went down the new-cut road,
And she went down the lane.
Tipped my hat, says, "How do you do?"
And goodbye, Liza Jane.


Also found in Randolph, Vol. III, #435, "Liza Jane"; Brown, Vol. III, #436, #437, "Eliza Jane." (WWI Version "Eliza Jane.")

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