Coll. by Max Hunter Dubbed by M.C. Parler
Mrs. Allie Long Parker Pleasant Valley, Ark. June 3, 1959
Reel 345, Item 10
No, Brother, I'll Never Be Better,
It's useless to tell me so now,
My broken heart only is waiting For a resting-place under the snow.
I only was dreaming, dear Brother,
How happy our home was with joy,
Till a serpent crep' into our Eden In the fair form of Christine Leroy.
I was dreaming again of the bridal,
One year ago only tonight,
When I blushed 'neath the gas-lights above me In my jewels and garments so white.
Now she came with the face of an angel,
And wished me a lifetime of joy,
Oh, my heart sank within at the meaning In the dark eyes of Christine Leroy.
Oh, the diamonds shone bright in the tresses Failing back from her fair waxen brow,
And sparkled like stars in the gas-light,
On her fingers as white as the snow.
As she gave her soft hand to my husband,
I knew that he thought me a toy,
Beside the bright radiant glory Of beautiful Christine Leroy.
So time wore away, and my husband Grew restless, careworn each day,
And I knew 'twas the wiles of a demon That had artfully lured him away.
At last, one bright night when I found them, Was a sight all my life to destroy,
Hand in hand, with her head on his shoulder, Sat my Harry and Christine Leroy.
So, Brother, be kind to your darling,
Her poor heart is stricken and pain,
At the thoughts of the wiles of a demon Neath the beautiful face of a saint.
-more-Reel 345, Item 10 Continued
When I sleep on the snowdrifts of winter, Where no grief or no pain can destroy,
You cantell them they murdered your sister,
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