Collected by Charley B. Davis For Mary C. Parler transcribed by Frances Majors
Sung by Fred High High, Arkansas November 24, 1958
Reel 280, Item 6
The Lady Who Lived in the West (Child No. 79)
There was a lady lived in the west country,
And children she had three;
She sent than away to the north country
For to learn the grammery.
They hadn't been gone but a very small while, Scarcely twelve months and a day,
Till death, oh death, spread over the land And swept those babes away.
Is there no king in heaven, she cried,
That used to wear a crown?
Pray send me home my three little babes For tonight or in the morning soon.
It being near a Christmas time,
The nights so long and cold,
She seem, oh seen, her three little babes.
Come running home early in the morning soon.
She set the table right before them
And spread it with bread and wine;
Says, come, oh come, my three little babes,
Come eat and drink of mine.
We can't eat none of your bread, Mother,
Nor drink none of your wine;
For just before the break of day Our Saviour we must join.
She made the bed in the backside room And spread it with clean sheets; And on the top spread a golden cloth,
For to make a better sleep.
Rise you up, rise you up, said the oldest one,
Rise you up, rise you up, says he; For yonder stands our Saviour dear,
And him we must obey.
Green grass grows at our heads, Mother,
Cold clods lie at our feet;
The tears you've shed for us, Mother,
Would have wet cur winding sheets.
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