Collected by Edwin R. Bethune
For Mary C. Parler
Transcribed by Frances Majors
Sung by Mrs. Pearl Brewer
August 1, 1958
Reel 261, Item 5
The Great Court House
Oh, the great court house was crowded
On one bright, sunny Monday morn,
And a many a heart was aching there
For a boy they accused of wrong.
The judge was there, and the jury, too,
And people from afar;
A fair young lad, a tender youth,
Was prisoner at the bar.
A maiden fair with golden hair
Swept swiftly through the crowd.
The people all gazed and wondered at her,
But spoke not a word aloud.
Then stepping to the judge's stand,
One moment did she pause;
Then smiling through her tears, she said,
"Judge let me plead his cause."
"Now, Judge, your mind must wander back
To the earlier days gone by,
And see yourself and your sweetheart
Just like this boy and I.
Remember, Judge, you once was a boy,
Just like this fair young lad;
And if you convict him of this charge,
You'll drive him to the bad.
"Next Sunday was our wedding day;
We dreamed of a wonderful life.
And at the altar he will make me
His own darling, little wife.
If you have children of your own,
Have mercy, I do pray;
For remember, Judge, you'll break my heart
If you send Cecil away."
Then, stepping to the jury stand,
She made her simple plea;
Said, "The prisoner is an innocent lad;
I know you'll set him free.
Unless you wish to blight our life,
Don't say that we must part.
For, remember, Judge, your darling wife
Was once your own sweetheart."
The Great Court House (Cont'd)
Teel 261, Item 5 (Cont'd)
The judge rose softly to his feet;
The court was still as death.
The tears came trinkling down his cheeks,
And he spoke in a faltering voice.
Says, "I have a little girl at home,
With just as babyish eyes.
She has a sweetheart just like yours;
For her I know he would die."
The jury did not leave the box,
For they had quickly agreed.
They briefly formed and signed the verdict,
And gave it to the judge to read.
"Not guilty," was the judge's reply,
The maiden heard him say.
She clasped her lover in her arms,
Says, "Love always has its way."
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