Collected and Transcribed By Vera Sullivan For M. C. Parler
Sung by Mrs. Jewel Sullivan Briggsville, Arkansas June 24, 1960
Reel 390, Item 13
The Fatal Wedding Night
The wedding bells were ringing On the moonlight winter night The church was decorated all Within seem gay and bright.
A mother with her baby Came and saw those lights aglow She thought of how those same bells Chime for her three years ago.
Telling tales of fond affection Vowing never more to part Just another fatal wedding dust another broken heart.
While the wedding bells were ringing While the bride and groom wer there Marching up the aisles together As the organ pealed the air.
I must object the lady cried With a voice so meak and mild The bridegroom is my husband And this is our little child.
What proof have you my lady
Oh my baby she replied
She rose from her seat and knelt to pray
And the little one had died.
No wedding feast was spread that night Two graves were made next day One for the little outcast And one the father lay.
This story has been often told By fire sides warm and bright Of the bride and groom and the offcast And the fatal wedding night
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