Collected by Oma Kilgore For Mary Celestia Parler Transcribed by Oma Kilgore
Sung by Oma Kilgore Fayetteville, Arkansas August 14, 1959
Reel 287-238, Item 2
Gambling on the Sabbath Day
A poor unworthy boy you dare To disregard a father's care,
Who came to see a sister dear Or scorn to hear a mother's prayer.
From their advice he turned away;
Cards and dice he learned to play Till he at last a comrade stabbed While gambling on the Sabbath Day.
Oh! Who could tell a mother's thoughts When first to her the news was brought? The sheriff said her son was sought And into prison he was brought.
His father, sixty years of age,
The best of Council did engage,
To see if something could be done To save his disobedient son.
But nothing could the council do;
The testimony was too true;
'Twas he the bloody weapon drew
And pierced his comrade's body through.
To hear him on the gallows tell His weeping mother fare-you-well,
My soul now feels it's merited hell And soon with demons I must dwell.
Darling sister, do not weep,
For soon with demons I must dwell,
And on the gallows I must pay For gambling on the Sabbath Day.
(Cont'd)Gambling on the Sabbath Day Reel 287-288, Item 2 Continued
The sheriff cut the slender cord,
His soul went out to meet its Lord;
The doctor said the wretch is dead;
His spirit from his body fled.
He's weeping mother cried aloud,
Oh God, do save the dying coward,
That they may never be cast away For gambling on the Sabbath Day.
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