Collected by Mary C. Parler Mrs. G. C. Philley
(recorded in Fayetteville, Ark.) July 25, 1959
Reel 309, Item 4
The Little Sparrow (ending with The Silver Dagger)
I wish I was a little sparrow
With eagle's wings to soar so high
I fly up my lost true lover
And ask him who he was courting so nigh
I'd ask him who he was going to see,
And if his love was not for me;
All in his bosom I would flutter
With my little tender wings
But as I am no little sparrow,
With eagle's wings to soar so high,
I'll sit all down in grief and sorrow,
And grieve and pass my troubles by.
She wandered down by yonders river,
And seated herself beside a tree,
She sighed and said, Oh, shall I ever,
Shall I ever my truelove see.
Then she pulled out a silver dagger
And pierced it through her snowy white breast,
And as she sank, these words she uttered,
"Goodbye, vain world, I'm going to rest."
As her true lover was in the valley,
He seemed to hear that well-known voice;
He ran, he ran, like one distracted,
Saying, O my love, I've come at last
Then her bright eyes, like stars, she opened,
Saying, O my love, you've come too late;
Prepare to meet me in Mount Zion Where all our joys will be complete.
Then he picked up the bloody weapon,
And pierced it through his tender heart,
Saying, Let this be a dreadful warning To all who does true lovers part.
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