Collected by Esther Mayberry Transcribed by M. C. Parler For M. C. Parler
Fred Smith Bentonville, Ark. June 30, 1961
Reel 394, Item 2
Young Charlotte lived on a mountain side In a wild and lonely spot,
There was not for miles around Except her father's cot.
It was Christmas Eve and the sun was low,
And she cast a wistful eye,
And to the window she did go,
To watch the sleighs go by.
At last she saw a familiar sleigh,
Come dashing to the door,
And scarcely could she hear Charles' voice, So loud the wind did roar.
"O Daughter dear," her mother said,
"This blanket round you fold.
There's a deadly storm abroad tonight;
You will catch your death of cold."
Young Charlotte laughed and said, "I'd look Just like a Gypsy queen.
To ride with blankets folded up,
I never could be seen.
"My cloak and bonnet are enough,
For both are lined throughout,
Besides I have a silken scarf To twine my neck about."
Her cloak and bonnet soon were on,
And she stepped into the sleigh,
And over hill and dale they went,
To the tavern far away.
"Such a night," said Charles, "I never knew, These lines I can scarcely hold."
While Charlotte whispered these few words, "I'm going very cold."
He cracked his whip and urged the team,
Much faster than before;
And over hill and dale they sped,
And loud the wind did roar.
ContinuedYoung Charlotte Continued
Reel 394, Item2 (cont'd)
"The ice," said Charles, "is freezing fast, It's gathering on my brow,"
While Charlotte murmured these few words, "I'm growing warmer now."
They drove up to the tavern door,
Young Charles jumped out and said,
"Why set you there like a monument?
Why, surely you're not dead."
He asked her once, he asked her twice,
He asked her three times o'er,
He took her by her hand ) God!
It was cold to warm no more.
And then he knelt down by her side And bitter tears did flow,
Saying, "She, oh she, was my bride-to-be, Whose love I shall never know."
He twined his arms around her waist And kissed her marble brow,
And his thoughts ran back to where she said, "I'm growing warmer now."
Come, all you vain and foolish girls,
Your folks you should obey,
And always remember that fair young girl Who froze to death in the sleigh.
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