Coll. by M.C. Parler
Mrs. Drettie Smith Winslow, Arkansas July 25, 1959
Reel 316, Item 4
Lord Thomas and The Brown girl
Mother, oh! Mother, says he Come give me your desire.
Shall I marry fair Ellenor Or bring you the brown girl home?
The Brown girl she has house and lands.
Fair Eleanor has none
And for my blessing my own dear son
Go bring me the Brown girl home.
He dressed his marshal up in blue.
Himself he dressed in white
And every town that he passed through
They took him to be some knight.
He rode until he came to fair Eleanor's home.
And tinkled at the ring
No one was so ready as fair Eleanor
Herself to arise and let him in.
(Mother Smith can't remember the 5th and 6th verses.)
Mother, oh I Mother, says she
Come give me your desire.
Shall I go to Lord Thomas's wedding Or stay at home with you?
Oh some will be your friends my dear But more will be your foes.
And for my blessing my own dear child I'd rather you would stay at home.
Oh some will be my friends you say.
But more will be my foes.
But be me dead or be me alive To Lord Thomas's wedding I'll go.
She dressed her mariman up in red.
Herself she dressed in green
And every town that she passed through
They took her to be some queen.Lord Thomas and The Brown girl Reel 316, Item 4 Continued
She rode till she came to Lord Thomas's hall And tinkled at the ring.
No one was so ready as Lord Thomas to arise And let her in.
He took her by the lily white hand And led her through the hall.
And sit her down at the head of the table.
Amongs't the fair ladys all.
Is this your bride Lord Thomas she said?
She looks most awfully brown.
When you might have had as fair a lady as the sun shone on.
Despise her not fair Eleanor.
Despise her not to me.
Much more do I love your little finger Than I do her whole body.
The Brown girl had a little pin knife Which was both keen and sharp.
She gave fair Eleanor a fatal wound She pierced it through her heart.
Oh whats the matter fair Eleanor What makes you look so pale Your cheeks are like a cherry, so red But now your color doth fail.
Oh, whats the matter Lord Thomas she said Oh, why can you not see Oh don't you see my own hearts blood Come trinkling down by me.
Lord Thomas he had a little sword.
Which was both keen and small.
He cut the brown girls head off And stone it against the wall.
Go dig my grave my dearest friends
Go dig it wide and deep
And burry fair Eleanor in my arms.
And the Brown girl at my feet.Lord Thomas and The Brown girl Reel 316, Item 4 Continued
He put the handle toward the floor.
The blade toward his heart.
Did you ever see three travlers meet And all so quickly part?
I got this from my mother-in-law.
Here comes five full minutes of blank tape. While Mrs. Drettie Smith was singing "Lord Thomas and the Brown Girl," I had the recorder set to PLAY rather than to RECORD! At least I can include her words, which were given me in manuscript by her daughter-in-law, Mrs. Violet Smith, a student in Arkansas Folklore in the summer of 1959.
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