Pearl, Pearl, Pearl
– Lester Flatt & Earl Scruggs
Pearl, Pearl, Pearl, Come let us see our girl,
Are you still our valentine, Do you still look so divine?
Come and let us see our darling Pearl.
Pearl, Pearl, Pearl, Don’t give your love too Earl.
I have got a horse and mule, forty acres near a school.
We’ll be happy as two bugs.
Pearl, Pearl, Pearl, come be my lovin’ girl.
Don’t you marry Lester Flatt, he slicks his hair with ‘possum fat.
Change your name to Mrs. Earl Scruggs.
Pearl, Pearl, Pearl, Come let us see our girl,
Are you still our valentine, Do you still look so divine?
Come and let us see our darling Pearl.
Pearl, Pearl, Pearl, You’ll git no love from Earl.
This here man is such a sap,
He won’t hold you on his lap. Unless you are an old five string banjo.
Pearl, Pearl, Pearl, He’s nutty as a squirrel.
If you’ll be Mrs. Scruggs, We will live on kiss n’ hugs.
Like Juliet and Romeo.
Pearl, Pearl, Pearl, Come let us see our girl,
Are you still our valentine, Do you still look so divine?
Come and let us see our darling Pearl.
Are you still our valentine, Do you still look so divine?
I have got a horse and mule, forty acres near a school.
We’ll be happy as two bugs.
Don’t you marry Lester Flatt, he slicks his hair with ‘possum fat.
Photos from Pearl’s Scrapbook
And to provide a little context….
Elder G Brings Pearl, Pearl, Pearl to the WLBOTT Workplace
🎵 Twine, Twine, Twine
(To the tune of “Pearl, Pearl, Pearl”)
Verse 1
Twine, twine, twine, don’t let your heart unwind
Don’t give your code to Kevin from Compliance—he’s not kind
I’ve got a breakroom and a badge and a desk that’s sort of mine
And forty post-its, stuck together, holdin’ up a sign
CHORUS
Twine, twine, twine, don’t give your loops to HR
They’ll tie ‘em in a policy and lock ‘em in a jar
I got a stapler and a chicken and a mug from ’98
And a drawer of ancient ramen, right beside my fate
Verse 2
Mildred in accounting says she’ll audit me with grace
If I wear my Druid robe and don’t microwave the place
But Earl’s out by the watercooler, playin’ his kazoo
Sweet talkin’ all the interns with his fondue fondue
CHORUS
Twine, twine, twine, don’t let it get away
The Quarterly Review is where love goes to decay
I’ve got an ergonomic chair and a lanyard made of gold
But I’d trade it all for Mildred’s heart and her casserole