Good morning, all! More weird dreams, none of which I can remember beyond a house with haunted rooms and the use of a threaded needle. Otherwise, I slept well.
This morning, I have a trip to Staples to photocopy a couple of Christmas spmgs from the Appalachians. "I Wish I Was Single Again" is not a Christmas song, but not every song in this piece we're working on is a number pertaining to Christmas or New Year's. I'm still looking for a moving song about death in the coal mines and a few comic ones about moonshine.
Here's the women's version, and there's also a men's version collected by Alan Lomax that will hopefully go in counterpoint to this:
When I was single, went dressed so fine
Now I am married, go ragged all the time
I wish I was a single girl again, O Lord
Don't I wish I was a single girl again!
When I was single, my shoes did squeak
Now I am married, my shoes they do leak
I wish . . .
When I was single, ate biscuit and pie
Now I am married it's cornbread or die
I wish . . .
Cows needin' milkin' and supper to get
Them blame little children is all cryin' yet
I wish . . .
Three little babies crying for bread
With none to give them, I'd rather be dead
I wish . . .