| Lyrics: | OVER THERE
Oh, I used to go a-courting over there (2x)
Oh I used to go
a-courting
The girls they came a-sporting
And they had music without noting over
there.
Oh, I asked her if she loved me over there (2x)
Oh, I asked her if she loved
me
Said she thought she was above me
And that she bumped above me over
there.
Oh, her father's name is Moses, over there,
Oh, her father's name is Moses,
over there,
Oh, her father's name is Moses
And their cheeks as red as roses
And
they've got the flattest noses over there.
The potatoes they grow small, over
there,
The potatoes they grow small, over there,
The potatoes they grow small
And
they plants 'em in the fall
And they eats 'em tops and all, over there.
Oh they
churn their butter well, over there,
Oh they churn their butter well, over there,
Oh they
churn their butter well
And their buttermilk they sell
And the rest I will not tell, over
there.
From Folk Songs of the Blue Ridge Mountains, Shellans
Collected from John
Vass, Hillsville, VA, 1959
See also PRATSMAL
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