There was a little girl, and she lived in town; Her father was a butcher, and her name was Brown.

voiceCollected by Charley B. Davis For Mary C. Parler Transcribed by Frances Majors Bung by Fred High High, Arkansas November 24, 1958 Reel 279, Item 8 Betsy Brown There was a little girl, and she lived in town; Her father was a butcher, and her name was Brown. Oh, now, boys, I've got her sound, She's the girl for me. As I went a-walking down the street, This pretty little girl a chance to meet. Excuse me, Miss, you look so sweet, I cannot pass you by. I walked with her and I talked with her, And I saw her to her home; She could not set me free; She made me acquainted with her poppy and ma, Brothers and sisters so fine. I am going to get married next Saturday night, Asked the old man and he said all right; I feel so good I'm a notion to get tight, But I knowed that would not do. This old man is a queer old man; He's the richest man in town. Going to buy me a house and lot •Along with Betsy Brown.Funding for digitization provided by the Arkansas Humanities Council and the Happy Hollow Foundation