Hello, Girls

1

Hello girls, listen to my voice,
Don't you never marry no good-for-nothing boys.
If you do your doom shall be
Hoe-cake, hominy, and sassafras tea.

2

Young boys walking down the street,
Young girls think they look mighty sweet.
Hands in their pockets not a dime can they find,
Oh, how tickled, poor girls mine.

3

When a young man falls in love,
First it's honey and then turtle dove.
After he's married no such thing,
" Get up and get my breakfast, you good-for-nothing thing! "
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