Collected by Carlisle
Transcribed by Parler
Mr. John Pennington
June 8, 1952
Reel 144, Item 1
"The next one will be about a little orphant boy."
Come, my friends, and learn of me,
My sad and mournful history.
I pray you'll not forgetful be
While I this night will relate to thee.
Before I reached my sixteenth year,
My father and my mother dear
Was both laid in their silent tomb
By Him who did their beings give.
No more a father's voice to hear,
No more a mother's love to share,
No more a parents' home enjoy,
Me a poor little orphant boy.
Three long years under reproof,
Maintained I under my uncle's roof,
Till by misfortune and delay
Far from my home I went astray.
Unto my sorrow, grief, and strife,
Unto myself I took a wife,
She was as good and kind to me
As any woman's heart could be.
She would have lived, I have no doubt,
Had noy I seen Miss Hattie Sharp,
But it was her controlled my will
And caused me my poor wife to kill.
'Twas on a bright and summer's night,
The moon and stars was shining bright,
My wife was lying on the bed,
When I approached and unto her said:
"Here is some medicine I've bought
For you this night, which I have brought;
Take this, my love, it will cure you
Of those wild fits, so take it do."
Reel 144, Item 1
She gave to me a tender look,
And in her mouth the poison took,
And now for fear her not being dead,
My hand upon her throat I laid.
And such exertion I did give,
Her soul soon from its body fled,
Her body lies beneath the sod,
I trust her soul is with its God.
Today I'd give up all my store,
Had I ten thousand times or more,
If I could bring her back to life,
My only darling little wife.
Young man, young man, hit's warning be,
To shun all evil company,
Walk in the ways of righteousness,
And God your soul will forever bless.
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