Collected by Max Hunter (H-13)
For Mary C. Parler
Transcribed by Frances Majors
Sung by Allie Long Parker
Eureka Springs, Arkansas
November 5, 1958
Reel 2 5 9 , Item 5
Lost Henry (The Drowsy Sleeper)
Come back, come back, my dear lost Henry,
Come back, come back, I'll go with you,
Go way down yonder in that lone valley,
And there we'll spend our months and years.
We'll eat of nothing but weeping willow
And drink of nothing but floating tears.
He being on the roadside near her,
A-hearing of his true love's voice,
He ran like one distracted,
Saying, my love, you are quite lost.
Oh, go, love, go, and ask your mother
If you this night my bride can be.
If she says "no," come quick and tell me;
It'll be the last time I'll trouble you.
Oh, no, oh no, I won't go ask my mother,
For she lies on her bed of rest;
And in one hand she holds a letter
That tells about my poor disgrace.
Then, go, love, go, and ask your father
If you this night my bride can be;
If he says "no," come quick and tell me;
It'll be the last time I'll trouble thee.
Oh, no, oh no, I won't go ask my father,
For he lies on his bed of rest;
And in one hand he holds a dagger
To kill the one that I love best.
Then he pulled out a silver dagger
And pierced it through her lily white breast.
These words she spoke just as she staggered,
Farewell, my love, I'm going to rest.
Prepare to meet me on Mount Zion
Where all our joys will be complete.
Then he picked up the bloody weapon
And pierced it through his own true heart,
Saying, let this be a fearful warning
To parents who true lovers part.
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