Down in the Cellar

Down in the cellar
I’ve got a feller
Don’t tell my mother
or she’ll be sore
He said good bye oh
He make me cry oh
but he can’t make me cry no more

I had a suitor
He was my tutor
Taught me to act as
a lady should
It wasn’t pretty
Oh, what a pity
Now all he sees is pine top wood

I had a sweetheart
He wasn’t street smart
He quoted Descartes
‘til I was faint
Too busy reading
His glance was fleeting
Now he can’t think therefore he ain’t

Down in the cellar
I’ve got a feller
Don’t tell my mother
or she’ll be sore
He said good bye oh
He make me cry oh
but he can’t make me cry no more

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