OVER THERE



Oh, I used to go a-courting over there (2x)

Oh I used to go a-courting

The girls they came a-sporting

And they had music without noting over there.



Oh, I asked her if she loved me over there (2x)

Oh, I asked her if she loved me

Said she thought she was above me

And that she bumped above me over there.



Oh, her father's name is Moses, over there,

Oh, her father's name is Moses, over there,

Oh, her father's name is Moses

And their cheeks as red as roses

And they've got the flattest noses over there.



The potatoes they grow small, over there,

The potatoes they grow small, over there,

The potatoes they grow small

And they plants 'em in the fall

And they eats 'em tops and all, over there.



Oh they churn their butter well, over there,

Oh they churn their butter well, over there,

Oh they churn their butter well

And their buttermilk they sell

And the rest I will not tell, over there.



From Folk Songs of the Blue Ridge Mountains, Shellans

Collected from John Vass, Hillsville, VA, 1959

See also PRATSMAL

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