(I MARRIED ME A WIFE; THE HOLLY TWIG; WILLOW GREEN)
Sung by: Mrs. Ollie Gilbert
Recorded in Timbo, AR 10/13/59
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Courted a widow with a clattering tongue.
The kisses that I give her was a hundred and ten.
I told her I’d marry her, but I didn’t tell her when.
Monday morning I married me a wife,
Hoping to live a happy life.
She ripped, she tore, she cursed, she swore--
The like I never heard before.
Tuesday morning I went to the woods,
A-hoping that she’d prove good.
I cut me down a little willow green;
I believe it’s as keen a one as ever I seen.
Wednesday morning I whipped her well.
I whipped her more than tongues can tell.
I told her that she’d better not be;
The Devil would take her and take her for me.
Friday morning, the break of day,
There she lay, as cold as clay.
Roof and proof and a little patch of cane;
The Devil taken her off in a little shower of rain.
Also found in Randolph, Vol. III, #367, “I Married Me a Wife”; Brown, Vol. II, #184, “The Holly Twig.”