WAIT FOR THE WAGON
(learned from the Twice 55 Community Song Book in the early 1950s; written by R.B.Buckley in 1851;-R Bishop Buckley was the son of a musician and actor James Buckley, and the family constituted a popular minstrel troupe
-called the New Orleans Serenaders or Buckley's Serenaders in the mid-nineteenth century)
Will you come with me, my Phyllis dear, to yon blue mountain free?
Where the river runs like silver, and the birds all sing so sweet,
Do you believe, my Phyllis dear, old Mike with all his wealth,
Your lips are red as poppies, your hair so slick and neat,
Together on life's journey, we'll travel till we stop,
(from miriam berg's folksong collection)
Where blossoms smell the sweetest, come, rove along with me.
It's every Sunday morning when you are by my side;
We'll jump into the wagon, and we'll all take a ride.
Wait for the wagon, wait for the wagon,
Wait for the wagon and we'll all take a ride.
I have a cabin, Phyllis, and something good to eat.
Come listen to my story, now, it will relieve my heart;
So jump into the wagon, and off we will start.
Wait for the wagon.....
Can make you half so happy as I, with youth and health?
We'll have a little farm, a horse, a pig and cow;
And you will mind the dairy, while I will guide the plough.
Wait for the wagon.....
All braided up with dahlias, and hollyhocks so sweet.
It's every Sunday morning when you are by my side;
We'll jump into the wagon, and we'll all take a ride.
Wait for the wagon.....
And if we have no trouble, we'll reach the happy top.
Then come with me, sweet Phyllis, my dear, my lovely bride,
We'll jump into the wagon, and we'll all take a ride.
Wait for the wagon.....