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BURGLAR BOLD I'll sing you a song of a burglar man Who went to rob a house He sneaked right in the window As quiet as a mouse He was thinking of all the money in hell While under the bed he lay At nine o'clock he saw a sight It made his hair turn grey Lord, lord, oh lordy At nine o'clock an old maid came in I am so tired she said She thought everything was all right And forgot to look under the bed She took out her teeth and her big glass eye And the hair from the top of her head That burglar had nineteen fits As he peeped from under the bed Lord, lord, oh lordy The burglar crept from under the bed He was a total wreck The old maid was on to him And grabbed him around the neck She didn't holler nor scream at all But stood as meek as a lamb 'Oh lord, my prayers are answered For now I've found a man' Lord, lord, oh lordy She took a revolver from the drawer And to that burglar said 'Young man if you don't marry me I'll blow off the top of your head' The burglar looked for a place to 'scape But he found no way for to scoot He looked at her big glass eye, said 'For God's sake go on and shoot' Source: Sam McGee 'Grand Dad of the Country Guitar Pickers' Arhoolie CD 9009 See also: OLD MAID AND THE BURGLAR, another verion of this song. see also Laws H24 UNFORTUN DT #780 Laws H23 @humor filename[ OLMDBUR2 PS  8note Sheet |
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