Goodbye Liza Jane

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Listen to a nice midi of the minstrel version here - ORIGINAL LIZA (courtesy of pdmusic.org).

Of all the songs, this is the one I spent the most time on, reworking, playing around with and trying to figure out.  To be fair,

I have to say it isn't the same song that it was - more like a new song with some borrowed lyrics and a borrowed melody line. 

  Here are the lyrics, next to each other:

 

 

Good Bye, Liza Jane - 1871
Arranged by Eddie Fox.
Philadelphia: Lee & Walker
The time has come, I must go, I must play on the old banjo;
Walk, dad Lew, Oh, Mister Lew! Ehe! ehe! he! [Chorus] here me now. 
The time has come, I do declare; I want a lock of my gal's hair;
Walk, dad Lew, Oh, Mister, Lew!  Ehe, ehe! he!
[Chorus] hear me now.

CHORUS: 
I'm going a way to leave you.   Good bye, good bye;
I'm going a way to leave you.   Good bye, Liza Jane.
I'm going a way to leave you.   I'm going down to Lynchburg town;
If you get there before I do,
It's good bye, Liza Jane.

Behind the hen-house, on my knees, I thought I heard a chicken sneeze;
Walk, dad, Lew, Oh, Mister Lew! Ehe, ehe! he! [Chorus] hear me now.
Twas nothing but a Rooster saying his pray'rs
And giving out a hymn, such a getting up stairs;
Walk, dad Lew, Oh, Mister Lew!  Ehe! ehe! he!
[Chorus] hear me now.

Chickens and hens have gone to roost, A hawk flew down and bit an old goose;
Walk, dad Lew, Oh, Mister Lew! Ehe! ehe! he! [Chorus] hear me now.
Bit a young duck in the middle of the back, 
Made the old drake go quack, quack, quack;
Walk, dad, Lew, Oh, Mister Lew! Ehe! ehe! he!
[Chorus] hear me now.

 

Goodbye Liza Jane - 2009 
Steve Dreher
 
The time has come, I must go, Iíll play it on the old banjo;
The time has come, I do declare; I want a lock of my gal's hair;  
My Love is True, donít be blue, oh, oh Liza Jane
 
Behind the hen-house, on my knees, I thought I heard a chicken sneeze;
Twas a Rooster saying his pray'rs, giving out hymns, puttiní on airs;
My Love is True, donít be blue, oh, oh Liza Jane
 
CHORUS:
Iím going to find my fortune,  Good bye, good bye;
Iím going to find my fortune,  Good bye, Liza Jane oh, oh, oh Liza Jane
 
Chickens and hens have gone to roost, A hawk flew down, bit the goose;
Bit a duck his back, made that drake quack, and quack;
My Love is True, donít be blue, oh, oh Liza Jane
 
The time has come, I must go, Iíll play it on the old banjo;
The time has come, I do declare; I want a lock of my gal's hair;  
My Love is True, donít be blue, oh, oh, oh Liza Jane
 
CHORUS: 
Repeat last line