Add to ORKGvoiceCollected by Irene Carlisle Transcribed by Mary C. Parler March 11, 1951 Doney Hammontree Bethel Grove, Arkansas Reel 101, Item 5 When Shall I Ever Get Home? When I was a-laying all on my sick-bed, They rolled a sweet whiskey keg over my head; I thought to my soul it would kill me stone dead; (hiccup) What shall I do? (hiccup) Where shall I go? (sneeze) When shall I ever get home? When I was a-walking along the street, The guineas they chattered all under my feet; I thought to my soul they could lull me to sleep; (Refrain as before) When I was a-walking around the well, My foot slipped and in I fell; Oh, goodbye, ladies, I'm going to (Refrain)Funding for digitization provided by the Arkansas Humanities Council and the Happy Hollow Foun...