Madam, I Have a Very Fine Cow- (NC) 1915 Greer
[My date. No informant or place named. From I.G. Greer Folksong Collection; Lyric Variant 01(handwritten) and 02 (typed). Two leaves of lined paper, handwritten in black ink on both sides.
R. Matteson 2017]
MADAM, I HAVE A VERY FINE COW
Madam, I have a very fine cow,
She wears a crumply horn,
And you may have her at your command,
To milk her night and morn, morn,
To milk her night and morn.
Sir, I know you've a very nice cow,
She wears a crumply horn,
And younder stands a very fine crib,
But in it there is no corn, corn,
But in it there is no corn.
Madam, I have a very fine horse
He paces like a lion,
And you may have him at your command
The day that you'll be mine, mine,
The day that you'll be mine.
Sir, I know you've a very fine horse
He paces like a lion,
They say his master will get drunk, drunk,
And I'm 'fraid his horse will learn, learn,
I'm 'fraid his horse will learn.
Madam, I have a very fine field,
Sixty acres wide,
And you can have it at your command
The day you'll be my bride, bride,
The day you'll be my bride.
Sir, I know your very fine field
Pasture at the foot,
When I get you I'll turn you out
With other hogs to root, root,
With other hogs to root.
Madam, I know you are a scornful Miss,
And very hard to please,
When you get old and chilled with cold
I hope and pray you'll freeze, freeze
I hope and pray you'll freeze.
Sir, I know I'm a scornful Miss,
And very hard to please;
When I get old and chilled with cold,
It won' t be you that 'll keep me warm,
It won't be you that'll keep me warm.