Collected by Gila Kunsett Sung by Gila Kempson
For M.C. Parler Vandeberg, Ark.
(Folklore Class Sing-A-Bout) July 15, 1965
Transcribed by Linda Humphrey Reel 373 Item 12
Christine Le Roy
No, brothers, I'll never be better,
It's useless so tell me so now,
My broken heart only is waiting A resting place under the snow.
I only was dreaming, dear brother,
How happy our home was with joy,
'Til a serpent crept into our Eden In the fair form of Christine Le Roy.
I was dreaming again of Labrado One year ago only tonight
When pledged 'neath the gates_____________
Her gilt and garments so white.
Has come with the face of an angel And wished me a lifetime of joy,
How my heart sank within me at the meaning In the dark of Christine Le Roy.Christine Le Roy continued
O the diamonds shone bright in her tresses,
Fallen back from her fair waxen brow,
And sparkled like fire in the gas lights On a finger as white as the snow.
As she gave her soft hand to my husband,
I knew that she thought me a toy;
I sighed at the radiant glory
Of the beautiful Christine Le Roy.
So time wore away and my husband Grew solaced and careworn each day;
I knew it 'twas wiles of a demon That artfully lured him away.
And as on one bright summer evening
I found them hand and hand with her head on his shoulder Stood my Harry and Christine Le Roy.
So brother be kind to your darling,
Her pure heart is driven and faint,
At the thought of the wiles of the demon 'neath the beautiful face of a saint.Christine Le Roy continued
While asleep under the snow drifts in the winter No grief or pain can I know,
You can tell them they murdered me, brother,
God forgive him and Christine Le Roy.
The informant learned this from her father.
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