Farmer Brown's Letter

[INTRO INSTRUMENTAL BUILD] [VERSE] So ye’ve got a baby darter now, Air huntin fer a name, An ye ask yer plain ole father his Advice about the same. Ye think Loyola Imogen Is 'bout the nearest right, An b’lieve ye’ll saddle all thet sound On sech a leetle mite. [CHORUS] Oh, Sara, whar’s yer sense gone to— Sense like yer mother hed? She never hed high flown ideas; She’d sentiments instead. [INSTRUMENTAL] [VERSE] We called our darter “Sarah,” dear, Fer ‘twuz my mother’s name, But sence ye’ve dropped the h from it It ain’t seemed quite the same. High-soundin names is plenty nuff For them as think it’s smart To let the dear old names die out That we all know by heart. They called John’s mother Liddy Ann. Yer mother’s name wuz Jane— In all the novel books ye’ve read Ye’ll find no sweeter name. [CHORUS] Oh, Sara, whar’s yer sense gone to— Sense like yer mother hed? She never hed high flown ideas; She’d sentiments instead. [INSTRUMENTAL] [SOLO BANJO] [SOLO MANDOLIN] [VERSE] When I called her “Janey” the first time, One night long years ago, The tender music of thet word Set heart and brain aglow. Oh, choose a name fer better cause Than jest its sound is nice, And when your gal’s a woman grown She’ll thank ye fer yer choice. [INSTRUMENTAL] [VERSE] I'll draw my letter to a close, But jest add this one line— Thet no Loyola Imogen [HOOK] Will get a cent o’ mine! [instrumental outro] [END]