(WILLOW GREEN; I MARRIED ME A WIFE; THE HOLLY TWIG)
Sung by: Ollie Gilbert
Recorded in Mountain View, AR by George Fisher
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I courted a widow with a clattering tongue.
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,
A-hoping to live a happy life.
We fiddled and danced just all we pleased
To think how happy we would be.
Tuesday morning, all alone,
Set an old wife, scold and gone.
She ripped, she tore, she cursed, she swore;
The like I never heard before.
Wednesday morning, I went to the woods,
A-hoping that she’d prove good.
Cut me down a little willow green;
I believe it was as keen a one as ever I seen.
Thursday morning, I whipped her well,
Whipped her more than tongue could tell.
Told her that she’d better not be;
The Devil would take her and take her for me.
Friday morn at the break of day,
There she lay, as cold as clay.
Roof and a proof and a little patch of cane;
The Devil took 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.”