Sung by Mrs. Delia Kerr
DeValls Bluff, Ark.
Nov. 13, 1953
The Fatal Wedding
The church bells they were ringing on a moonlit winters night,
The church was decorated, all within was gay and bright,
A mother and her baby came and saw the lights aglow,
She thought of how those same bells chimed for her three years ago.
"I'd like to be admitted, Sir," she told the sexton old,
"Just for the sake of Baby to protect it from the cold,"
He told her that the wedding there was for the rich and grand,
And with an eager watching crowd outside she'd have to stand.
While the wedding bells were ringing,
While the bride and groom were there,
Marching up the aisle together
As the organ peeled an air,
Telling tales of fond affection,
Vowing never more to part,
Just another fatal wedding,
Just another broken heart.
She begged the sexton once again to let her pass inside,
"For Baby's sake you may step in," the gray-haired man replied,
"Now if anyone knows reasons why this couplw should not wed,
Speak now or hold your peace forever," soon the preacher said.
"I must object," the woman cried, with voice so meek and mild,
"The bridegroom is my husband, Sir, and this our little child,"
"What proof have you?" the preacher asked. "My infant," she replied.
She raised her babe, then 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,"they said, "you've saved our child from harm."
The outcast wife, the bride, the parents quickly drove away.
The husband died by his own hand before the break of day.
No wedding feast was spread that night; two graves were made next day,
One for the little baby, and in one the father lay.
This story had been oft-times told by firesides warm and bright,
Of bride and groom and outcast wife on the fatal wedding night.
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