Collected by Raymond W. Whittier For Mary C. Parler Transcribed by Linda Humphrey
Irene Sargent West Fork, Arkansas December 3, 1960 Reel 303 Item 11
The Wedding Bells
The wedding bells were ringing on a moonlight winter night.
The church was decorated, all within was gay and bright.
A mother with her baby came and saw the lights aglow.
It made her think of the same bell chimes for her three years ago.
I'd like to be admitted, sir, she told the senton old.
Just on account of baby to protect him from the cold.
This wedding is not for the poor but for the rich and grand,
And with an eager watching crowd outside she'd have to stand.
She begged the sexton once again to let her pass in side.
For baby's sake you may step in, the grey haired man replied.
If anyone has reason why this couple should not wed,
Speak now or hold your peace forever, then the preacher said.
I must object the woman cried, in voice so meek and mild.
The bridegroom is my husband, sir, and this our little child.
What proof have you? the preacher asked. The infant, she replied. She raised her babe and knelt to pray, the little one had died.
The parents of the bride then took the outcast by the arm.
We'll care for you through life, said they, you've saved our child from harm.
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