it is a curious thing, to cram your head quickly with songs people once learned over the course of many years. (think... how did you learn the happy birthday song? there was never one moment of sitting down to commit it to memory)
and so, i learn this music, sometimes, the way i was raised... (playing vivaldi and mozart, with weekly practice charts and goals and recitals). through structure and discipline, rather than immersion, is this music learned, when you aren't lucky enough to live next to other musicians.
so today, listening to banjo bill cornett, he with the beautiful timing... an east kentucky banjo player, this cautionary tale.
here are the lyrics, as i hear them:
come you fair and tender girls
take warning by a friend
and learn the ways of this wide world
upon these words depend
when i was in my sixteenth year
sweet willie, he courted me
and if i'd run away with him,
his lawful bride i'd be
my love so combined to him
that i could not well say no
my mind being bent on rambling round
that with him i did go
when i was far far away from home
enjoying the happy life
he said dear girl you better go home,
you'll never be my wife.
you know, my father was kind to me
my mother loved me dear
it was you took me away from them
how can you leave me here.
nature nature my dear girl,
i find no fault to you
persuaded you away from home
but now i bid you adieu.