Collected by Bud Whetstone and Joe Bessenbacher Transcribed by M. C. Parler
Jane Wood Fayetteville, Ark. May 14, 1961
Reel 415, Item 3
The Jealous lover
Way down in the low, low valley,
Where the purple Violets bloom,
There sleeps a gentle maiden,
In a cold and silent tomb.
She died not broken-hearted Nor sickness ere befell,
But in one moment parted From the one she loved so well.
One night when the moon shone brightly And lightly fell the dew,
Into young Ella's cottage Her jealous lover drew.
Come, love, and let us ramble,
Through the meadows soft and gay,
Come, love, and let us ponder,
Upon our wedding day.
Oh, Edwin, I'm so weary,
I do not wish to roam,
And roaming is so dreary,
I'd rather stay at home.
This roused his jealous anger And a solemn vow he made,
That in one moment surely In death you shall be laid.
Down on her knees before him She pleaded for her life,
But in her snow white bosom He pierced the fatal knife.
Oh, Edwinn, I'll forgive you Though this be my last breath,
For you know I've never deceived you, And she closed her eyes in death.
He sighed not as he pressed her To his young though jealous heart,
But he cried the moment he kissed her Oh, Heaven! must we part!
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0 God in Heaven, Pity!
My sad and mournful life,
For Heaven knows I loved her,
And she would have been my wife.
And now as I'm tired of living,
From a loved one I must part,
And with the same bloody dagger
He pierce my jealous heart.
Come all young jealous lovers,
Take warning now from me,
When you have a loving sweetheart,
Beware of jealousy.
And into his tender bosom He pierced the fatal blade,
And now by his loving sweet heart In the same cold grave is laid.