Coll. by M.C. Parler
Mrs. Drettie Smith Winslow, Ark. August 25, 1959
Reel 316, Item 5
The Jealous Lover
Down in the low, low valley,
Where the violets sweetly bloom,
There sleeps a sweet Floella In a cold and silent tomb.
She died not broken-hearted,
Or sickness did befell,
But in one moment parted From those she loved so well.
One night as the moon shone brightly And gently fell the dew,
Up to this maiden's cottage A jealous lover flew.
Come, love, and let us wander Through the darkness dreary night Come, love, and let us ponder Upon our wedding day.
O Edward, I am weary,
I do not care to roam,
For roaming seems so dreary,
I pray thee take me home.
Up rose this jealous lover,
One solemn vow he made,
And in one moment surely In death you will be laid.
Down on her knees before him,
She humbly begged for life.
0 Edward, do not kill me,
If I cannot be your wife.
If you have a loving sweetheart Beware of jealousy.
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