| Lyrics: | Tom Bolyn
Tom Bolyn was Scotchman born,
His shoes wore out and his stockings were
torn
The calf of his leg come down to his shin.
"I'm a bell of a fellow," says Tom
Bolyn.
Tom Bolyn had no boots to wear,
He bought him a goatskin to make him a
pair,
The woolly side out and the skinny side in,
"Cool in the summer," says Tom
Bolyn.
Tom Bolyn bought him an old gray mare,
Her sides was sore, her feets was
bare;
Away he went through thick and thin.
"I'm going a-courting," says Tom
Bolyn.
He rode over to a Dutchman's hall,
There he got down amongst them
all;
"Come in, come in, I bid you come in,"
"I've come here a-courting," says Tom
Bolyn.
"Come in, come in, you welcome guest,
Take which of my daughters that you
like best."
"I'll take one for love and the other for kin,
I'll marry them both," says Tom
Bolyn.
After the wedding we must have a dinner;
They had nothing to eat that was fit
for a sinner,
Neither fish, flesh, food, nor no such a thing_
"It's a hell of a dinner,"
said Tom Bolyn.
And after the dinner, we must have a bed;
The floor it was swept and
the straw it was spread;
The blankets was short and besides very thin,
"Stick close to my
back," said Tom Bolyn.
But his wife's mother said the very next day,
"You will have
to get another place to stay.
I can't lie awake and hear you snore;
You can't stay in my
house any more."
Tom Bolyn got into a hollow tree,
And very contented seemed to
be;
The wind did blow and the rain beat in.
"This is better than no house," said Tom
Bolyn.
Tom Bolyn, his wife and wife's mother,
They all went over the bridge
together,
The bridge it broke, they all went in,
"First to the bottom," said Tom
Bolyn.
See also JOHNBOLYN
From Our Singing Country, Lomax . Collected from Eliza
Pace, KY
1937
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