I Used to Wear My Aprons Low

I Used to Wear My Aprons Low

Folk songs

This is a hand-transcribed version of the song, "I Used to Wear My Aprons Low."

Bobby McMillon

Bobby McMillon Collection, Southern Appalachian Archives, Mars Hill University

Southern Appalachian Archives, Liston B. Ramsey Center for Appalachian Studies, Mars Hill University

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English

I Used to Wear My Aprons Low

I used to wear my aprons low
I used to wear my aprons low
I used to wear my aprons low
my love followed me thru frost and snow.

But now my apron's to my chin
but now my apron's to my chin
But now my apron's to my chin
my love rides by but he won't come in.

He goes down to yonders town
he goes down to yonders town
He goes down to yonders town
takes him a chair and he sits down.

He take that other girl on his knee
he takes that other girl on his knee
He takes that other girl on his knee
and he tells her the things that he once told me.

I wish to the Lord my baby was born
I wish to the Lord my baby was born
I wish to the Lord my baby was born
a sitting on its papa's knee.

And me poor girl was dead and gone
and me poor girl was dead and gone
And me poor girl was dead and gone
and the green grass growing over me.

Handwritten text in a brown spiral-bound notebook.