Well, she asked me in her par-lor An’ she cooled me wid her fan,
An’ she whis-pered to her moth-er, “O Ma, I love that dark-eyed man.”
Well, she ask me in her parlor
An’ she cooled me wid her fan,
An’ she whispered to her mother,
“Mama, I love that dark-eyed man.”
Well, I ask her mother for her
An’ she said she was too young.