There was a ma-wa-wan,

voiceColl. by Mrs. Virginia Langley For M.C. Parler An older woman friend Gruver, Texas March 1959 Reel 353, Item 9 (Springfield Mountain) There was a ma-wa-wan, And I knew him we-we-well And unto you-woo-woo His story I'll te-we-wel He went to the fie-wie-wield To reap and wo-wo-wow And along came a sna-wa-wake And bit him on the to-wo-woe He fell right dow-wow-wown Upon the grou-wou-wound And shut both ey-wey-weyes And looked all rou-wou-wound Oh Father, dear fa-wa-wather, Go tell my ga-wa-wal And here came Sa-wa-wal Without her sho-wo-woes Oh Sally, dear Sa-wa-wally I love you so-wo-wo But from you-wou-wou I have to go-wo-wo He closed his ey-wey-weyes And held his brea-wea-weath But then he di-wi-wied A . . . dea-wea-weathFunding for digitization provided by the Arkansas Humanities Council and the Happy Hollow Foundation