Billy Grimes the Drover, Lyric Variant 03


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Billy Grimes the Drover, Lyric Variant 03


One leaf typewritten on the front side. The document is in good physical condition. The document was laminated. There are staple holes at the upper left corner. There are two small tears at the left edge. There is a moderate tear at the right edge. There is a major tear at the bottom edge. There is a note handwritten in pencil at the upper right corner. There are four textual corrections handwritten in black ink.


Ballads, English Courtship -- Songs and music Avarice -- Songs and music

Alternative Title

Billy Grimes. Billie Grimes. the Drover


W. L. Eury Appalachian Collection, Appalachian State University

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I. G. Greer


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Billy Grimes, the Drover.

“To-morrow morn, I’m sweet sixteen, and Billy Grimes, the rover,
Has popped the question to me Ma, and wants to be my lover,
To-morrow morn, he says, Mamma, he’s coming bright and early,
To take a pleasant trip with me across the fields of Barley”.

“You must not go, my daughter, dear, it is no use a-talking,
You cannot go across the field with Billy Grimes a walking.
To think of his presumption now, the dirty ugly drover.
I wonder where your pride has gone to think of such a rover.”

“Old Grimes is dead, you know, Mamma, and Billy is so lonely,
Besides, they say too, Grimes has said, that Billy is the only.
So he’ll be heir to all he’s left, and that they say is nearly
A good ten thousand dollars worth, and about six hundred yearly.

“I did not hear, my daughter dear, your last remarks quite clearly,
But Billy is a clever lad, and no doubt loves you dearly. Be
Be ready then tomorrow morn and be up bright and early,
To take a pleasant walk with him across the fields of Barley.”

And when we’re married, dear Mamma, We both shall look so neatly
I’ll wear a thousand dollar shawl, ‘Twil make me look so sweetly-
This common frock is getting old,
And silk will soon be fashion,
I’ll turn his pockets inside out, and meet with a shout, guess him-

Not quite so fast, my pretty miss, don’t try to win the drover.
Who’s traveled this whole country through in search of a true lover.
My money ne’er shall buy your shawl, Ne’er build your castles higher.
Please madam, take your daughter home, I did it but to try her.

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Billy Grimes the Drover, Lyric Variant 03

Document Title

Billy Grimes, the Drover

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Brown, Older Ballads - Mostly British - 193

Dimensions - Original

215 mm x 353 mm

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