A Ballad of Forsaken Wives
By Mrs. Henry Mobley.
My husband’s gone and left me
In the hills of Brown;
Forsaken me on account of
Others of this little town.
He’s always been a blacksmith;
I treated the man well;
The last words he told me
Were, I’d better go to hell.
It was awful hard to swallow,
Hard to get it down.
Now he’s forsaken me for
Others of this little town.
He wants a younger woman
In his older day;
He says I’m getting old,
And am turning gray.
I always tried to treat him right
And do the best I could,
But the worst words he could
Say to me always done him good.
He is getting old and
I am getting gray;
But he’ll see the time he’ll wish
He hadn’t went away.
He’s gone and left me
And left me all alone;
Perhaps he’ll take one with him
He can call his own.
He’s gone and left me
In the hills of Brown;
Forsaken me on account of
Others of this little town.
He’s mine; let him go;
God bless him where’er he may be;
He can travel the wide world over
And never find one like me.
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