Collected by Max Hunter (H-11)
For Mary C. Parler
Transcribed by Frances Majors
Sung by Reba Glaze
Reel 255-56, Item 5
Young People Who Delight in Sin
Come all young people who delight in sin,
I'll tell you now what has lately been;
A lady, who was young and fair,
Has died in sin and sad dispair.
She would go to frolics, dance and play,
In spite of all her parents could say;
I'll turn to God when I get old,
And he'll receive my wicked soul.
On Friday she was taken ill,
Her stubborn heart began to chill;
Alas, alas, my days are spent,
Too late, too late, now, to repent.
She called her mother to her bed,
Her eyes were roaming in her head;
Saying, must I burn forever more,
Till a thousand, thousand years are o'er?
She called her father, fare thee well,
You're bound for heaven, and me for hell;
And when I'm gone, remember well
Your wicked daughter screams in hell.
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