The Hilltop Springboards Vol 1.

I got a letter this morning, boy
Hey, hey honey
I got a letter this morning, boy
Hey, hey honey
I got a letter this morning
Gonna see you when the sun goes down

I couldn't read it for crying, boy
Hey, hey honey
I couldn't read it for crying, boy
Hey, hey honey
I couldn't read it for crying
Gonna see you when the sun goes down

I got a gal’ in Georgia, boy
Hey, hey honey
I got a gal’ in Georgia, boy
Hey, hey honey
I got a gal’ in Georgia
I'm gonna see you when the sun goes down

She is a long tall yellow gal’
Hey, hey honey
She is a long tall yellow gal’
Hey, hey honey
She is a long tall yellow gal’
See you when the sun goes down

She shakes like jelly boy
Hey, hey honey
Well she shakes like jelly boy
Hey, hey honey
Well she shakes like jelly boy
See you when the sun goes down

I got a letter this morning, boy
Hey, hey honey
I got a letter this morning, boy
Hey, hey honey
I got a letter this morning
Gonna see you when the sun goes down

A nice young ma-wa-wan
Lived on a hi-wi-will
A nice young ma-wa-wan
For I knew him we-we-well

To my rattle, to my roo-rah-ree

This nice young ma-wa-wan
Went out to mo-wo-wow
To see if he-we-we
Could make a sho-wo-wow

To my rattle, to my roo-rah-ree

He scarcely mo-wo-wowed
Half round the fie-we-wield
Till up jumped come a rattle, come a sna-wa-wake
And bit him on the he-we-weel

To my rattle, to my roo-rah-ree

He laid right dow-wo-wown
Upon the gro-wo-wound
And shut his ey-wy-wyes
And looked all aro-wo-wound

To my rattle, to my roo-rah-ree

O pappy da-wa-wad
Go spread the ne-wu-wus
And here come Sa-wa-wall
Without her sho-woo-woos

To my rattle, to my roo-rah-ree

O John, O Joh-wa-wahn
Why did you go-wo-wo
Way down in the mea-we-we-dow
So far to mo-wo-wow

To my rattle, to my roo-rah-ree

O Sal, O Sa-wa-wall
Why don't you kno-wo-wow
When the grass gits ri-wi-wipe
It must be mo-wo-woed

To my rattle, to my roo-rah-ree!

Come all young gir-wi-wirls
And shed a tea-we-wear
For this young ma-wa-wan
That died right he-we-were

To my rattle, to my roo-rah-ree

Come all young me-we-wen
And warning ta-wa-wake
And don't get bi-wi-wit
By a rattlesna-wa-wake

To my rattle, to my roo-rah-ree

There's a happy child at home
In my memory I can see
Standing out upon the hill
In the shadow of a tree

If I only had my way
It would give my heart a thrill
Just to simply wonder back
To the cabin on the hill

Oh I want to wonder back
To the cabin on the hill
Neath the shadow of the tree
I would like to linger still

Just to be with those I love
Joy my heart would overfill
And I want to wonder back
To the cabin on the hill

But the sadness of it all
I could never more return
To that happy child at home
Matters not how much I yearn

If I only had my way
It would give my heart a thrill
Just to simply wonder back
To the cabin on the hill

Oh I want to wonder back
To the cabin on the hill
Neath the shadow of the tree
I would like to linger still

Just to be with those I love
Joy my heart would overfill
And I want to wonder back
To the cabin on the hill

Go to sleep, go to sleep
Go to sleep you little baby
When you wake, get some cake
Ride them pretty little horses

Black and bay, sorrel and gray
Whole heap of little horses
Black and bay, sorrel and gray
Whole heap of little horses

Little ole horse, little ole cow
Amblin' around the old hay mow
Little ole horse, he took a chew
Darned if I don't, said the ole cow too

Go to sleep, go to sleep
Go to sleep you little baby
When you wake, get some cake
Ride them pretty little horses

Black and bay, sorrel and gray
Whole heap of little horses
Black and bay, sorrel and gray
Whole heap of little horses