Collected by: Mary C. Parler Sung by: W. H. Burnett
Transcribed by: Anne Connaughton Fayetteville, Ark.
April 16, 1960 Reel 396, Item 1
"Farewell green hills and soft meadows adieu"
Farewell green hills and soft meadows adieu,
Your rocks and your mountains, I'll now part with you,
No more your beauties my eyes shall be blessed,
No more ... sweet ... can sing me to rest.
Farewell, dear friends, I will bid you adieu,
I would not have been here if it hadn't a bean for you,
I'll doom all my downfalls to my darling little wife,
My pardon and bidding me poor prisoner for life.
Farewell, little birdies, so nimble can fly,
You sing all of your sorrows and troubles all by,
What would I give, such freedom to share,
And to roam at my ease and to breathe the fresh air.
Farewell, little birdies, that glides in the stream,
Your life and all happiness through sunshine and gleam,
No chance in prison except a deep sigh,
My heart sinks within me and I wish I could die.
Farewell to my classmates, I bid you adieu,
My life and all happiness I'll now part with you,
No sun, moon, nor starlight can be in my sight,
There's nothing but a dungeon on a cold, stormy night.
What's life without liberty, I oft times have said,
A poor wandering mind always in a dread,
What would I give ouch freedom to share,
To roam at my ease and to breathe the fresh air.
So early one morning, so early one Spring,
I could hear the birds whistle, I could hear the birds sing, So early one morning I could hear the calf bawl,
And I know I was a free man, from behind that stone wall.
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