My Man Bill
Theres a little house upon the hill
In it lives my man Bill.
He's not rich with money
But at night he gives me honey.
And I'm glad it's me he misses
And not other girls kisses.
And I know if he were free
He would want to marry me.
But he's not,he has a wife,
She will keep him all her life.
So we meet at the foot of the hill
Me and my man Bill
Every night at twelve that is
And he knows that I am his.
And with his kisses soft and sweet,
He knocks me off my feet.
So we are together on that hill,
And we awake with the whippoorwill.
Judy (Tucker) Lindsey
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