I started out a-courtin' and I knew where to go,
I went to a man's house here below.
The kids cried for bread and the old folks gone,
And the girls they were mad and their heads not combed,
And the girls they were mad and their heads not combed.
I went to a man's house here below.
The kids cried for bread and the old folks gone,
And the girls they were mad and their heads not combed,
And the girls they were mad and their heads not combed.
The old dirty clothes was hanging on the loom,
The house not swept for they had no broom.
There was a long-tailed coat greased all around
And an old leather bonnet with a hole in the crown,
And an old leather bonnet with a hole in the crown.
The house not swept for they had no broom.
There was a long-tailed coat greased all around
And an old leather bonnet with a hole in the crown,
And an old leather bonnet with a hole in the crown.
Well, I stayed and sparked till I got ashamed,
Every once in a while they would ask me my name.
I told them it was Johnny and they seemed satisfied,
For they giggled and they laughed till they both cried,
For they giggled and they laughed till they both cried.
Every once in a while they would ask me my name.
I told them it was Johnny and they seemed satisfied,
For they giggled and they laughed till they both cried,
For they giggled and they laughed till they both cried.
Well, they called me to dinner and I thought it was to eat,
And the first thing I saw was a big hunk of meat,
Cooked half done and as tough as a moll,
And an old corn dodger baked bran and all,
And an old corn dodger baked bran and all.
And the first thing I saw was a big hunk of meat,
Cooked half done and as tough as a moll,
And an old corn dodger baked bran and all,
And an old corn dodger baked bran and all.
I had an old dull knife and nary a fork,
Well, I sawed and sawed and I couldn't make a mark.
So I kept on sawin' till I got it on the floor,
Then I up with my foot and kicked it out the door,
Then I up with my foot and kicked it out the door.
Well, I sawed and sawed and I couldn't make a mark.
So I kept on sawin' till I got it on the floor,
Then I up with my foot and kicked it out the door,
Then I up with my foot and kicked it out the door.
In came the old man with a double-barreled gun
And the girls said, "Johnny, you'd better run."
But I stood and I fought him as brave as a bear,
And I tangled my fingers in the old man's hair,
And I tangled my fingers in the old man's hair.
And the girls said, "Johnny, you'd better run."
But I stood and I fought him as brave as a bear,
And I tangled my fingers in the old man's hair,
And I tangled my fingers in the old man's hair.
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भाषा: हिन्दीअंग्रेज़ी
शैलीEthnic/Folk
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जोड़ाMay 13th, 2018
आखरी अपडेटMarch 7th, 2022
के बारे मेंIn folk song, the battle of the sexes is sometimes more provocation than battle: this is the case with a song we choose to call "Johnny Cake," though it appears under a score or more of titles. It has British o, gins, was as popular on the frontier as whiskey or whiskers. For those who must hear folk songs as an exercise in depth psychology, "Johnny Cake" is probably a causative agent for babies, and when "baked brown," there are scatological overtones: there are texts which clarify these matters. Strangely, Text A uses a stanza from a song of the Mormon Battalion as a refrain. The song has been adapted to fit the young men of half the states in the Union. (Melody and Text A: commercial recording, Len Nash. Text B: Library of Congress# 1732A3, recorded by John A. Lomax. Text C: PAC II 492, collected by Hermes Nye. Text D: Gordon 343r.)