Mary Celestia Parler
Sung by Mrs. Attie Dillingham Fayetteville, Arkansas June 5, 1959
Reel 318, Item 3
"—that my aunt, Mrs. Clara Davis, there in Kentucky used to sing when I was a small child." (MCP: This is basically The Jealous
Deep, deep into the valley,
Where the flowers played and bloomed,
There lies our own Pearl Bryan,
In her dark and silent tomb.
She died not broken-hearted,
Nor lingering sickness fell,
But in an instant parting From the one she loved so well.
One night when the moon shone brightly,
And the stars were shining too,
Up to her cottage window Her jealous lover drew.
Come, Pearl, let’s take a ramble,
O’er the meadow, sweet and gay,
Where noone can disturb us,
We’ll name our wedding day.
Deep, deep into the valley He led his love so dear,
Said she, 'Tis for thee only That I would ramble here.
The way is dark and dreary,
And I'm afraid to stay,
Of rambling I've grown weary,
I would retrace my way.
Retrace your way, no never,
These woods no more you'll roam,
So bid farewell forever To parents, friends, and home.
(Cont'd)Pearl Bryan Reel 318, Item 3 Continued
Down in these woods I have you,
From my arms you cannot fly,
No human arms can save you,
Pearl Bryan, you must die.
Down on her knees before him She pleaded for her life,
Into her snow-white bosom He plunged the fatal knife.
What have I done, Scott Jackson,
That you should take my life?
You know I always loved you And would have been your wife.
Farewell, my loving parents,
You'll never see me more,
Long, long you'll wait for my coming By the little cottage door.
But I'll forgive you, Jackson,
With my last and dying breath,
Her pulse had ceased its beating,
Her eyes were closed in death.
"This tragedy happened at Greencastle, Indiana, right across the river from Fort Thomas, Kentucky, I imagine about the turn of the century."
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