Mary Celestia Parler
December 22, 1954
Reel 206, Item 2
A Rustic Young Damsel
("I learned this from the same man that taught me
that old song 'Complaints.'")
A long time to come, I remember it well,
A beautiful maid in a workhouse did dwell,
With her father and mother she lived like a queen,
Well her age it was red and her hair was nineteen.
(Repeat lines 3 and 4 of each stanza.)
Now she had a lover that close by did dwell,
A bow-legged rascal and hump-backed as well,
He said, "Fly with me by the light of yon star,
For ye are the eye of me apple ye are."
But this beautiful maiden said gently, "Be wise,
My father will scratch your nails out with his eyes;
If you love me so, don't bring me to disgrace,"
Sobbed the maid as she buried her hands in her face.
So as she refused him, he knocked down this maid,
And deliberately opened the knife of his blade,
And then cut the throat of this damsel so fair,
Then dragged her along by the head of the hair.
Now just at this moment the old man appeared,
And gazed in her dead face with eyes in his tears,
He knelt by her side and her cold face he kissed,
And he rushed with his nose at the murderer's fist.
Then he opened the door and he told him to bolt,
Then he drew a horse pistol he'd raised from a colt,
And the murderer saw if he stayed he'd be slew,
So he flew to the chimney and flew up the flue.
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