Guitar, Vocal
- Robin
Bass - Barry Weisenfeld
This semi-comic, semi-tragic song probably started life as a stall ballad or music hall number and passed over into oral tradition. It has been dated to pre-1850.
Wish I Was A Single
Girl Again
When I was single, Lord I
dressed so fine
Now that I'm married, Lord, I go ragged all the time
Lord, don't I wish I was a single girl again
Got the dishes to wash and
the spring to do to
When you are married, Lord you've got it all to do
Lord, don't I wish I was a single girl again
I got three little babies
lying in the bed
One of them's so weary Lord, he can't raise up his head
Lord, don't I wish I was a single girl again
Along comes that drunkard
and he call them all a bunch of fools
So I wash their little feet and I send them off to school
Lord, don't I wish I was a single girl again
When I was single, I ate
biscuits and pie
Now that I'm married, it's eat cornbreador die
Lord, don't I wish I was a single girl again
When I was single, marrying
was all I craved
Now that I'm married, Lord, I'll go troubled to my grave
Lord, don't I wish I was a single girl again