Coll. by Ora Lee Boss Mrs. Jessie Woods
Green Forest 12/29/59 Reel 334, Item 3
THE OLD BROKEN DRAY
On an old broken dray Were two children at play They were happy young and fair One was a lass a cute little miss With ringlets of bright golden hair.
Her play mate a boy his parents sole joy With dark eyes and white pearly teeth With a little straw hat and a faded blue coat He would oft to his playmate repeat.
I love you don't I? You live across the way Your father drives a foreman's hand My dad drives the dray,
I love you don't I? No one shall do you harm As long as you live in that stone front And we live over your barn.
So their childhood day's passed like the sun ray's Then came a change in their life The girl had all that wealth could command While the boy had to battle in strife.
This made his heart sad this brave little lad And often while toiling in pain Sweet echoes of voices would come stealing by Of childhoods sweet memory's refrain.
On a hospital bed in sichness and dread Lay a poor girl in despair
Her soul was as pure as the white flakes of snow Or the sunshine in the coil of her hair.
Beside her bed stood the Dr. with bowed head The story recalled childhood days And kneeling beside her he kissed her pale check Then whispered these words in her ears.
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