Don's Our Tailor


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Don's Our Tailor


One leaf typewritten on the front side. The document is in good physical condition. The document was laminated. The lower right corner was torn away.


Folk songs Unrequited love -- Songs and music Lovesickness -- Songs and music Tailors -- Songs and music


W. L. Eury Appalchian Collection, Appalachian State University

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I. G. Greer


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Don’s Our Tailor

A Tailor I once was as blithe as ever need be,
Until love’s alarms has a devil sure made me,
I that once was so lusty, and called Will the rover,
And now a poor skeleton, Oh, I am done over. Over, over etc.
How many a day have I stood with great pleasure,
And cut out my cloth to my customer’s measure,
With a full yard of cabbage, I then lived in clover,
But now I am a skeleton, by Cupid done over,Over, over, etc.

When first I beheld her in silks dressed so gaily,
I fell into fits and they troubled me daily
Oh! how cruel must she be, the sight could not cure her,
I fear that these fits will soon do me over. Over, over, etc

The next time I saw her pass by my shop window,
My goose, being hot, burnt a sliver to a cinder
The girls do so jeer me, that I can go no where,
Was ever a poor tailor so fairly done over?
Over, over, etc.

The last time I saw her was with a bold sailor,
She pointed and said, there’s a done over tailor
Goodbye Mr. Stitchlouse, I am going to Dover,
The stroke was so great it has quite done me over. Over, over, etc.

So now she has left me and is gone with a sailor,
She has left me alone, a poor done over tailor!
I never more will cabbage, nor be Will the rover,
God send I was dead, for I am fairly done over.
Over, over, etc.

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Don's Our Tailor

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Don's Our Tailor

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