Sung by Imogene Vervack Ft. Smith, Ark.
July 15, 1965 Folklore Class Sing- A-Bout Reel 373 Item 1
Collected by Imogene Vervack
For M.C. Parler
Transcribed by Linda Humphrey
Deep, deep in yonder valley Where the violets fade and bloom,
There lies my own Pearl Byran In a cold and silent tomb.
She died not broken-hearted,
Nor did she from sickness fell;
In a moment's time she parted From the home she loved so well.
One night when the moon shone brightly, And the stars were shining too,
Up to her cottage window Her jealous lover drew.Come love with me, let's wander, Let's wander o'er the woods so gay, And on this evening's journey,
We'll name our wedding day.
It is for thee love only That I have wandered here;
The wandering seems so dreary,
I will retrace my way.
Retrace your way? No, no, Pearl,
In these woods no more you'll roam; So bid farewell to your parents,
To your parents, friends, and home.
For in these woods I have you,
And from me no more you'll fly;
Your lover's arms can't save you, Pearl Byran, you must die.
She knelt down there before him And begged him spare her life,
Deep, deep into her bosom,
He plunged that fatal knife.Jealous Lover continued
"What have I done," Scott Jackson,
"That you have taken my life?
I've always been true-hearted,
And I would have been your wife.
"Though love, I will forgive you."
Were her last and dying words;
Her heart then ceased its beating,
And in death her eyes did close.
Mrs. Burback learned this when she was about eight years old from Lena Green of Bonanza, Ark.
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