Yonder spy that yellow-haired girl bended down so low,
churnin', churnin' a love charm to fetch her a green-eyed beau.

Oh, bring me a dying blackbird. Bring me a fiddle fern.
Bring me a flame-red lump of coal, to make my true love burn.

Go 'way to the cold, dead graveyard.
Go 'way to Drowning Creek.
Go 'way and bring me a green-eyed boy
to kiss me on the cheek.

Oh, bring me a four-leaf clover. Bring me a wedding band.
Bring me a stinging nettle stalk to prick my lover's hand.

But where'd you learn such wicked charms to make your mother cry?
I learned 'em from that old Rush' Hart, who witched the deep wells dry.

Go 'way to the cold, dead graveyard.
Go 'way to Drowning Creek.
Go 'way and bring me a green-eyed boy
to kiss me on the cheek.

I've walked the greenest valley, all lavished thick with rain,
not even the sweetest wildwood flower could ease this heartache's pain.
I've searched the pine-dark hollows when day was growing dim
I've climbed the highest mountain top, but I've never set eyes on him.

Go 'way to the cold, dead graveyard.
Go 'way to Drowning Creek.
Go 'way and bring me a green-eyed boy
to kiss me on the cheek.

"Yellow-haired Girl" by the Dixie Bee-Liners [link]

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Watercolor and pencil on paper, 11x15"

First in the "Rural Daughters" series

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