A. Boring for Oil
You may talk of excitement so scarce and so rare,
Of bansh[?]
and of water-falls done up in hair,
But if you will just listen to me for awhile
I'll relate my adventure while boring for oil.
I went to Oil city, that place of renown,
I viewed the
fine country, prospecting the town,
Prospecting the ground, and prospecting the soil, .
[In] search of a spot to go boring for oil.
One evening while tie rambling I met a fair maid,
And unto
this damsel I gently did say
'Tis all for a fortune I'm willing to toil,
If I knew of a spot to go boring for oil.
She smiled as she said, well now I declare;
I know of a spot and have watched it with care,
And no one
has seen it since I was a child,
And if you will bore there you will surely strike oil.
Says I to myself, my fortune is made;
If you show the spot I'll see you well paid,
Then she lifted her garments for fear they would soil,
And
showed me the spot to go boring for oil.
[I ki]ssed this fai[r maid] one hundred times ore,
[.......] bat her [.......]ed on natures green floor;
[.....]was with [.........]t, my blood it did boil,
Then I
pulled out my AUGER, to go boring for oil.
I not bor[ed but] six inches or so,
And the oil free[ly and w]ell it freely did flow,
She smiled and she stammered, my character spoiled,
And you
have lifted[?] my kidneys, while boring for oil.
B. Boring for Oil
As sung by
Lewis Winfield Moody
08-27-1940 Plainfield, WI
You may talk of excitement so scarce and so rare,
Of bansh[?] and of water-falls done up in hair,
All through the excitement my blood it did boil
For I made my advances through boring for oil
One morning in a ramble I met a fair maid.
Tho' handsome and lovely, to her I did say,
"For
a nice fortune I'm willing to toil,
If you show me a place to go boring for oil."
This fair maid she stammered, "Young man I declare
I know where that place is and watch it with care.
And no one has seen it since I was a child.
And if you should
bore there you shall surely strike oil."
"Fain," say I to myself, "my fortune is made.
If you show me that place now I'll see you're repaid."
She hoisted her garments for fair they might soil
And she showed me the place to go boring for oil.
Well I kissed that fair damsel a hundred times over,
And I
made her be seated on nature's green shore.
She screamed and she hollered, and tried to recoil,
When I pulled out old
Satan, went boring for oil.
We had not bored but six inches or so
When the oil from her oiler then gently did flow.
She screamed and she hollered my character to soil,
"You've
busted my bladder a-boring for oil."
