Collected by Billie Lou Ratliff For Mary C. Parler Transcribed by Frances Majors
Sung by Emmett Winn Westville, Oklahoma October 25, 1958
Reel 267, Item 10
Young Charlotte (Fragment)
Young Charlotte lived on a mountain side In a wild and lonely spot;
There were no dwellings for three miles wide Except her father's cot.
And yet on a many a winter’s night,
Young swains were gathered there.
Her father kept a social board,
And she was very fair.
One New Year’s Eve as the sun went down,
Out looked her wistful eye,
Out from the frosty window pane,
As a merry sleighs dashed by.
At the village fifteen miles away,
Was to be a ball that night;
Though the air was piercing, piercing cold, Her heart was warm and light.
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