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harmonicas, Collected by James Ward Lee for Mary Celestia Parler Transcribed by Frances Majors Hindsville, Arkansas Bohanenon Community Reel 214 Item 9 French Harp Solo Imitation of Train, Funding for digitization provided by the Arkansas Humanities Council and the Happy Hollow Foundation.

harmonicas, We are sorry. No transcript is currently available., Funding for digitization provided by the Arkansas Humanities Council and the Happy Hollow Foundation.

harmonicas, Collected by James Ward Lee for Mary Celestia Parler Transcribed by Frances Majors Hindsville, Arkansas Bohanenon Community Reel 214 Item 9 French Harp Solo Imitation of Train, Funding for digitization provided by the Arkansas Humanities Council and the Happy Hollow Foundation.

harmonicas, We are sorry. No transcript is currently available., Funding for digitization provided by the Arkansas Humanities Council and the Happy Hollow Foundation.

harmonicas, Collected by James Ward Lee and Ralph E. Roberts for Mary Celestia Parler Transcribed by Frances Majors French harp played by James Maguire Fayetteville, Arkansas August 8, 1958 Reel 243, Item 7 She'll Be Coming Round the Mountain (French harp solo), Funding for digitization provided by the Arkansas Humanities Council and the Happy Hollow Foundation.

voice, Collected by: James Ward Lee and Ralph E. Roberts for Mary Celestia Parler Transcribed by James Ward Lee and Ralph E. Roberts Fayetteville, Arkansas August 1, 1958 Reel 242 item 10 Sung by: James Maguire Little Adobe Shack Way Cut West I love to sit alone at night, When the moon is shining bright, And the stars in the heaven wink at me, And to sing a dear old song, That my mother used to sing to me, When she cradled me upon her lovin' knee. I can hear the whippoorwill, He is celling for me still, He sings a song to me of peace and rest, Seems to say to me come back, To your used to be, Back to your little adobe shack way out west. I will soon be comin' back, For a debt that I can't pay. To that little adobe shack where I was born, Where the roof is failin' in, And it lets in the rain, But it shelters me from ever wind and storm. Can you hear the whippoorwill? They are calling for me still, They sing a song to me of peace and rest, Seems to say to me come back, To your used to be, Back to your adobe shack way out west., Funding for digitization provided by the Arkansas Humanities Council and the Happy Hollow Foundation.

voice, Collected by: James Ward Lee and Ralph E . Roberts for Mary Celestia Parler Transcribed by James Ward Lee Reel 241 Item 6 Sung by: Jim Maguire Fayetteville, Arkansas. July 30, 1958 Ralph E. Roberts Gamblin' Man I am a rovin' gambler, I gambled all around, Wherever I meet with a deck of cards, I lie my money down. I gambled down in Washintin, I hadn't been there many more weeks than three, Till I fell in love with a pretty little girl. And she fell in love with me. She took me in her parlor, And she cooled me with her fan, She whispered low in her mothers ear, I love this gamblin' man. Oh dear mother oh dear mother What makes you treat me so, To leave your dear old mother, And go with a gambler go. Oh dear mother oh dear mother, I'll tell you if I can, The love I have for a gamblin' man N o human's, tongue can tell., Funding for digitization provided by the Arkansas Humanities Council and the Happy Hollow Foundation.

voice, Collected by: James Ward Lee and Ralph E. Roberts for Sung by: Lizzie Maguire and James Maguire Fayetteville, Arkansas August 1, 1958 Mary Celestia Parler Transcribed by James Ward Lee Ralph E. Roberts Reel 242 Item 9 The Old And Fading Picture All the children they have scattered off and gone. Now I have a little family of my own, And I know I love them well, More than any tongue can tell, Yet I'll hold the dear old picture on the wall. On the wall yes on the wall, How I love that dear old picture on the wall, Time is swiftly passing by, And I bow my head and cry, For I know I'll meet my Mother after all. All the children they have scattered off and gone, And I'll have a little family of my own. And I know I love them well. More than any tongue can tell, Then I'll hold the dear old picture on the wall. On the wall yes on the wall, How I love that dear old picture on the wall, Time is swiftly passing by, And I bow my head and cry, For I know I'll meet my Mother after all., Funding for digitization provided by the Arkansas Humanities Council and the Happy Hollow Foundation.

voice, Collected by: James Ward Lee and Ralph E. Roberts for Mary Celestia Parler Transcribed by James Ward Lee and Ralph E . Roberts Sung by: James Maguire Fayetteville, Arkansas August 1, 1958 Reel 242 Item 11 My M other's Dear Old Bible There's a precious dear old Bible, It is my Mother's dear old Bible, Dear old precious worn out Bible, That she read to me so many years ago; With its pages torn and wrinkled, Where the tear drops will trinkle, As she read it while I walk the streets of glow. Mother left it as a token, To her love it's never been broken, As she read it while I walk the streets of glow. In my hand I hold the treasure, Oh how bright beyond the measure, For it brings to me sweet memories of old; When all the nights are dark and dreary, Mother's Bible then will cheer me, As she read it round the fireside burnin' low. Is my Mother's dear old Bible, Dear old precious worn out Bible, That she read to me so many years ago; Mother left it as a token, To her love its' never been broken. As she read it while I walked the streets of glow., Funding for digitization provided by the Arkansas Humanities Council and the Happy Hollow Foundation.

voice, Collected by James Ward Lee and Ralph E. Roberts for Sung by: Jim Maguire Fayetteville, Ark. Mary Celestia Parler August 8, 1958 Transcribed by James Ward Lee and Ralph Roberts Reel 243 Item 6 Old Joe Clark I aint a goin down to old Joe Clark's, Tell you the reason why, Blowed his nose in the cornbread, And called it pumpkin pie. I went down to ole Joe Clark's, He done a trick he'd never done before, He slept on the bed, And made me sleep on the floor. Fare you well for old Joe Clark, Fare you well he's gone, Fare you well for old Joe Clark, And I hope he's doin fine. Old Joe Clark had an old gray mare, He rode her down to town, Before he got his tradin done The buzzards had her down. Fare you well old Joe Clark, Fare you well he's gone, Fare you well for old Joe Clark, And I hope he's doin fine. I went down to old Joe Clark's, Tell you what he did do, Blowed his nose in our cornbread, And called it pumpkin pie. Round and round for old Joe Clark, Round and round he's gone, Round and round for old Joe Clark, And I hope he's doin fine. I went down to old Joe Clark's, Old Joe's sick in bed, Ran my finger down his throat, And I pulled out a chicken's head. Round and found for old Joe Clark, Round and round he's gone, Round and round for old Joe Clark, Goodbye Dixie Brown., Funding for digitization provided by the Arkansas Humanities Council and the Happy Hollow Foundation.

voice, Collected by: James Ward Lee and Ralph E. Roberts for Mary Celestia Parler Transcribed by James Ward Lee and Ralph E . Roberts Sung by: Jim Maguire Fayetteville, Arkansas July 30, 1958 Reel 241 Item 3 Golden Weddin' Tree (Fragment) (Child 286) Said there was a little ship, That sailed upon the sea And it went by the name Of the golden weddin' t ree, And it sailed upon the low and lonesome sea, When you see those pretty little doves, Sailing from pine to pine, A moanin' for their own true love, Lord Like I moan for mine. There was a little tree, That ground by the sea, And it sailed all around, To the golden Weddin' T ree, And it sailed upon the low and lonesome sea., Funding for digitization provided by the Arkansas Humanities Council and the Happy Hollow Foundation.

voice, Collected by: James Ward Lee and Ralph E . Roberts for Mary Celestia Parler Transcribed by James Ward Lee and Ralph E. Roberts Reel 242 Item 8 Sung by: James Maguire Fayetteville, Arkansas August 1, 1958 Froggy Went A Courtin' Mr. Froggy went a courtin' and he did ride um hum, Mr. Froggy went a courtin' and he did ride, Sword and pistol by his side um hum. He rode right down to Miss Mousey's door um hum, He rode right down to Miss Mousey's door, What he had often done before um hum. Miss Mousey come to the door with a dimple in her chin um hum, Miss Mousey come to the door with a dimple in her chin, Says, "Mr. Froggy won't you walk in." um hum. Mr. Froggy walked in and he took her on his knee um hum, Mr. Froggy walked in and he took her on his knee, And he says, "Miss Mousey won't you marry me." Um hum. Miss Mousey jumped down and away she run um hum. Miss Mousey jumped down and away she run, To tell Uncle Rat what she had done um hum. Uncle Rat he laughed until he shook his fat sides um hum, Uncle Rat he laughed until he shook his fat sides, To think Hiss Mousey had Froggy for a bride um hum. Where will the weedin' supper be um hum. Where will the weddin' supper be, Way down yonder in a old holler tree um hum. Who will the weddin' company be um hum, Who will the weddin' company be, Fiest dog, June bug, a little red flea um hum. First come in was the little fiest dog um hum, First come in was the little fiest dog, Treed Miss Mousey in an old holler log um hum. Next come in was little June bug um hum, Next come in was little June bug, He had some whiskey in his jug um hum. Next come in was little red flea um hum, Next come in was little red flea, He bit Miss Mousey on the knee um hum. Froggie Went a-Courtin' (Cont'd) Reel 242, Item 8 (Cont'd) Miss Mousey did cry till the tears did flow, um hum, Miss Mousey did cry till the tears did flow, To think how she had to be treated so, um hum. The anxious, book lies on the shelf, um hum, The anxious book lies on the shelf, If, Funding for digitization provided by the Arkansas Humanities Council and the Happy Hollow Foundation.