If You Want to Go a-Courting

If you want to go acourting, I'll tell you where to go,
Just down yonder, just down below. The old man, old woman gone from the home,
And the girls all mad with their heads not combed,
And the girls all mad with their heads not combed.

2

They haven't got sense to bake a pound of bread,
They'll throw on a log heap as high as my head,
They'll rake out the ashes and then they'll throw
A little of what's called dough, boys, dough,
A little of what's called dough, boys, dough.

3

When the supper comes on and they ask me to eat,
When they call on me to carve up the meat;
One old knife and one old fork,
I sawed about an hour and could not make a mark,
I sawed about an hour and could not make a mark.

4

One of the girls said, “Wait, Mister, wait.”
Then just kept sawing till I got it on the plate,
Then just kept sawing till I got it on the floor,
Then up with my foot and kicked it out of door,
Then up with my foot and kicked it out of door.

5

The girls cried, “Mister, you'd better run,
Yonder comes my daddy with a double barreled gun!”
I'll stand my ground as brave as a bear,
I'll tangle my fingers with the old man's hair,
I'll tangle my fingers with the old man's hair.
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