Will the Weaver, Lyric Variant 02
 


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Title

Will the Weaver, Lyric Variant 02

Description

One leaf, typewritten on the front side. The document is in good physical condition. The document was laminated. The upper left corner and the lower right corners were folded into the laminate. There is minor staining of unknown origins at the left upper edge. There are two textual corrections handwritten in pencil.

Subject

Adultery--Songs and music
Marital conflict--Songs and music
Cuckolds--Songs and music
Ballads, English

Creator

None

Publisher

W. L. Eury Appalachian Collection, Appalachian State University

Date Created

5/16/2007

Contributor

I. G. Greer

Rights

The images and audio files contained in the "So Mote It Ever Be: The Folksong Heritage of North Carolina's Northern Blue Ridge Mountains" collection are available for free personal, non-commercial, and educational use, provided that proper citation is used (e.g. I. G. Greer/W. Amos Abrams Manuscript Files Series, Folksong Files Subseries, W. L. Eury Appalachian Collection, Special Collections, Appalachian State University, Boone, NC). Any commercial use of the materials without the written permission of Appalachian State University is strictly prohibited. Please contact the Appalachian State University W. L. Eury Appalachian Collection with specific questions or with requests for further information.

Format

PDF

Language

English
English

Type

Image

Transcription

Willie Weaver.

Mother! Mother ! I am married
And I can no longer tarry,
For my wife she does declare
That the breeches she will wear.

Son! O! Son!You must leave her
For she’s courting Willie Weaver.
You go home, bid her adieu
And let me hear no more from you .

On he went. The neighbors met him,
They told him this just for to fret him:
"You can’t guess for your life
"Who I seen with your wife?."

"It was little Willie Weaver
"Standing in the door together
"Standing in the kitchen door
"And where the went, I saw no more."

On he went all in a wonder
Knocking at the door like thunder.
"Who is that, "little Willie cried.
"That’s my husband,yo must hide."

In he went.At last he found him.
"With stifling smoke I mean to drown him".
He built on a big old fire,
Just to suit his heart’s desire.

Down he came all puffing and blowing.
Like an old raccoon he shook him.
He went home all disguised-
Smooty face and smoky eyes.

"Wife! Oh! Wife! I’ve had a trimming,
"For meddling with my neighbor’s women.
She then picked up the old broom stick,
And where he was blue she (turned him black.)
gave a lick.

Classification Title

Will the Weaver, Lyric Variant 02

Document Title

Willie Weaver

Alternative Titles

Bill the Weaver

Informant

None

Informant Note

None

Collector

None

Collector Note

None

Other Name(s)

None

Geographic Location

None

Alternate Geographic Location

None

Scholarly Classification

Sharp, 154 Warner, 47

Dimensions - Original

217 mm x 356 mm

Upload Date

2013-09-26

File name

113_WillTheWeaver_Lyric_02

Transcription Date

2006-10-12

Transcribed By

Sarah C. Tonkin

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