written down by
Sugar Grove, N.C.
August 21, 1937
The Wood Hauler
I came to this country in 1845,
I found it quite lucky to find myself alive.
I geared up my horses my business to pursue,
went out to hauling wood like I used for to do.
Instead of hauling five loads, I only hauled but four;
I got so drunk in Curdell Town till I couldn't haul no more.
I picked up my saddle, and I walked out to the barn,
And saddled up old Gray, not thinking any harm.
I saddled up old Gray not thinking any harm;
I saddled up old Gray and I rode away so still
I scarcely drew a breath till I came to Laurel Hill.
My father followed after my I have heard them say;
He must have had a pilot or he couldn't have found the way.
(Two verses belong here)
I peeped in at every tavern crack and ere I
spied a light
And the lockes(?) they got wet by the dew of the night.
Boys, I will tell you how the frolic did advance;
They was four of us all out on the floor for to dance.
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