Coll. by Randy Terry For M.C. Parler
Mrs. W.F. Bell Fayetteville, Ark. January 10, 1960
Reel 337, Item 4
Lonesome Scenes of Winter
Lonesome scenes of winter,
Inclined to frost and snow,
Dark clouds around me gather And stormy winds did blow.
I went my love to see one night,
She drew most scornfully;
I asked her to marry,
She would not answer me.
Oh, since I have chosen you To be my only dear,
Your stubborn heart lies folded And crowded with love I fear.
This night is almost past and gone,
It's near the break of day;
I'm waiting for an answer,
Oh, Love, what do you say?
In course of two weeks after,
This lady's mind had changed;
She wrote him a letter,
Saying, Sir, I'm quite ashamed.
Oh, since that I have slighted you,
I cannot hear you mourn;
Oh, here's my heart, come take it And claim it for your own.
Oh, since that you have slighted me,
I've looked some other way;
Upon some other fair maiden More suited unto me.
So take this for an answer And for yourself provide,
For I have another sweetheart And you are laid aside.
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