Dumb Wife, Lyric Variant 02

This item is part of the I. G. Greer Folksong Collection which consists of more than 300 individual song titles and their variants as collected by Isaac Garfield Greer (1881-1967) from informants, primarily in Ashe, Wilkes and Watauga counties. The collection includes manuscripts, typescript transcriptions produced by Dr. Greer’s clerical staff, and handwritten musical notations. Songs range from traditional Child Ballads, traditional English and Scottish ballads as well as their American variants, to 19th century popular music to musical compositions of local origin.

Ballads, English

People with disabilities--Songs and music

Marital conflict--Songs and music

The Dumb Girl, The Bonnie Blade, The Dumb Wife Cured

AC.113 Isaac Garfield (I.G.) Greer Papers and Recordings

W. L. Eury Appalachian Collection, Appalachian State University

Greer, I. G. (Isaac Garfield), 1881-1967

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English

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The Dumb Wife.

There was a jovial blade, and he married a country maid,
So safely he conducted her home, home, home.
She was neat in every art, and she pleased him to the heart,
But alas! and alas! she was dumb, dumb, dumb.
She could brew, and she could bake, she could cut and she could make
She could sweep in a house, with a broom, broom, broom.
She could card and she could spin, she could do most anything,
But alas! and alas! She was dumb, dumb, dumb.

A doctor, he lived nigh, and to him he did apply,
To cure his loving wife of the numb, numb, numb.
Saying: Doctor, oh Doctor, I'm undone, done, done..
He cut the chatting string, and her tongue began to ring,
And it sounded in his ear, like a drum, drum, drum.
Her tongue began to walk, and she began to talk
The same as if she/'/d never had been dumb, dumb, dumb.
She filled the house with strife, made him weary of his life,
He'd give anything again if she was dumb, dumb, dumb.

To the doctor he did go, with his heart full of woe,
Saying: Doctor, Oh Doctor, I'm undone, done, done.
For my wife, she's turned to scold, and her tongue she will not hold
I'd give anything again, if she was dumb, dumb, dumb.
It is the easiest part that belongs to my art,
To make a woman talk that is dumb, dumb, dumb.
But it's past the art of man, let him do the best he can
To make a scolding wife hold her tongue, tongue, tongue.

Brown, Older Ballads - Mostly British - 183 Randolph, 394

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