Collected by: James Ward Lee
and Ralph E. Roberts for
Mary Celestia Parler
Transcribed by James Ward Lee
and Ralph E. Roberts
Angust 7, 1958
Sung by: Mamie Sams and
Reel 244 Item 4
No brother I'll never be better,
Tis useless to tell me so now,
My broken heart is only waiting,
A resting place under the snow;
I only w as dreaming dear brother,
How hap y our home was with joy,
'Till a serpent crept into our Eden,
In the fair form of Christine Leroy.
I was dreaming again of our bridal,
One year ago only to-night,
When I blushed 'neath the gas lights above me,
In my jewels and garments so white;
How 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 on her tresses,
Falling back from her fair waxen brow,
And sparkled like stars in the gaslight,
On her finger as white as the snow;
As she have her small hand to my husband,
I know that he thought re a toy,
Beside the bright radiant glory,
Of beautiful Christine Leroy.
So time wore away and my husband,
Grew thoughtless and careworn each day,
And I knew 'twas the eyes of a demon,
That had artfully lured him away;
At last one bright evening I found him,
'Twas a sight all my life to destroy,
Hand in hand with her head on his shoulder,
Sat my husband and Christine Leroy.
So brother be kind to your darling,
Her poor heart is stricken and faint,
At the thoughts of the wiles of a demon,
'Neath the beautiful face of a saint;
When I sleep 'neath the snowdrifts of winter,
Where no grief nor pain can destroy,
You can tell them they murdered me brother,
God forgive him and Christine Leroy.
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