Old Woman's Blind Husband, Lyric Variant 01, Copy

One leaf typewritten on the front side. The document is in excellent physical condition. The document was laminated. There is acid-related staining along the lower edge.

Ballads, Scots Marital conflict -- Songs and music Blindness -- Songs and music Suicide -- Songs and music

Rich Old Lady. Marrow Bones. The Old Woman of Slapsadam. The Old Woman of London. An Old Woman's Story. The Wily Auld Carle. The Old Woman of Dover

W. L. Eury Appalachian Collection, Appalachian State University

11/10/2008

I. G. Greer

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Tittery Ira A.

There was a n old woman,
In London she did dwell,
She loved her husband dearly,
But another man twice as well.
Tittery-Ira-A
Saying Tittery-Ira-A.

She went to the Doctor
To see if she could find
Something to make her old man go blind
Tittery-Ira-A.
Saying Tittery-Ira-A.

He said: Take three marrow bones,
And make him gnaw them all.
Then he’ll be so very blind
He can’t see you at all.
Tittery-Ira-A.
Saying Tittery-Ira-A.

She got three marrow bones
And made him gnaw them all.
He said to her: My loving wife,
I can’t see you at all.
Tittery-Ira-A.
Saying Tittery-Ira-A.

He said: I’d go drown myself
If I could find the way.
She said to him, I’ll go along
For fear you go astray.
Tittery-Ira-A.
Saying Tittery-Ira-A.

They went down to the river bank.
They walked up on the shore.
He said to her: My loving wife,
You’ll have to push me o’er.
Tittery-Ira-A.
Saying Tittery-Ira-A.

She backed herself a space or two
Just to push him in.
He stepped aside a little bit
And let her tumble in.
Tittery-Ira-A.
Saying Tittery-Ira-A.

She kicked and she scrambled
She hollered and she squalled.
He said to her, My loving wife,
I can’t see you at all.
Tittery-Ira-A.
Saying Tittery-Ira-A.

The old man being goodnatured
And for fear that she might swim
Took a great long poplar pole
And pushed her further in.
Tittery-Ira-A.
Saying Tittery-Ira-A.

Now I’ve sung all my song
And I shall not sing no more.
But wasn’t she another fool
For not swimming to the shore?
Tittery-Ira-A.
Saying Tittery-Ira-A.

Old Woman's Blind Husband, Lyric Variant 01, Copy

Tittery Ira A

Brown, Older Ballads - Mostly British - 182 Laws, Q2 Cox, 157 Combs, 119 Sharp, 55

216 mm x 357 mm

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2008-11-10

Paul L. Robertson