As most of you know, that was
one of the songs of old
Hugh
D.
Leadbeater.
And here's another one.
Leadbelly made up a song out of just what a man
might have hollered when he was in the fields,
wanting his wife to bring him a glass of water.
I heard
Lead
Belly sing it with his niece and
they used to harmonize so
pretty on it.
He'd be singing, bring me a little water
Sylvie, and she'd sing low
down, she had a country alto voice.
Bring me a little water
Sylvie, bring me a water now,
Bring me a little water,
Sylvie, every little once in a while
You have to get that...
And then the men all singing...
Let's hear all the girls.
Bring me a little water,
Sylvie
Just the girls.
Now the verses, I'll give you them as we go along,
it is don't you see me coming, don't
you see me now, and so on.
Bring me a little water,
Sylvie.
Oh, men,
are you going to sing your part?
Bring me a water,
Sylvie.
Oh, girls, they're going to drown you
out unless you really sing out.
Open up your mouths wide.
Here we go.
Don't you see me coming, don't you see me coming,
don't you see me now, don't you see me coming,
Don't you hear me coming, don't you hear me coming, don't you hear me now,
don't you hear me coming, every little once in a while.
Bring it in a bucket,
Sylvie, bring it in a bucket,
Sylvie, bring it in a bucket now.
Sing that last line, every little once in a while,
one more time, every little
Once in a while, one more time now
Every little once in a while