
In the summer of 1959, Marsha, Dick and I formed a trio. We called ourselves 'The Old Town Singers.' The name came from the Old Town School of Folk Music, where we had met. We rehearsed for weeks, but to my recollection, never did a paying gig. When the Limeliters hired me to accompany them on their RCA live LP in 1960, I left Chicago, and lived on the road for the next few years. It's interesting to think what might have happened if I'd stayed in Chicago and continued to perform with 'The Old Town Singers.' We formed about two years before Peter Paul and Mary. This is a practice recording made on a reel to reel Pentron tape recorder at 7 1/2 IPS. The tape was broken in two places and spliced, causing the slight jumps in audio quality.
In [E] Tarry- [B7] town there did [E] dwell
A handsome [A] youth I knew so [B7] well
He courted [E] me my life [A] away,
And [B7] now with me he will no longer [E] stay
Wide and [B7] deep my grave will [E] be
With the [B7] wild goose grasses growing over [E] me
Wide and [B7] deep my grave will [E] be
With the [B7] wild goose grasses growing over [E] me
Oh once I wore my apron low
He’s follow me through ice and snow
Now that I wear my apron high
You walk right down the street and pass me by
Wide and deep my grave will be
With the wild goose grasses growing over me
Wide and deep my grave will be
With the wild goose grasses growing over me
There is an inn in Tarrytown
Where my love goes and sits him down
He takes another on his knee
For she has golden lashes more than me
Wide and deep my grave will be
With the wild goose grasses growing over me
Wide and deep my grave will be
With the wild goose grasses growing over me