Collected by Bud Whetstone and Joe Bessenbacher Transcribed by M. C. Parler
accompanied on reed organ Fayetteville, Ark.
May 14, 1961
Reel 415, Item 4
No, Brother, I'll never be better,
And it's no use a-telling me so,
For my poor broken heart it has faded To a resting place under the snow.
I was dreaming last night in a palace,
A heavy heart ne'er filled with joy,
When a servant called me at the doorway In the fair form of Christine Leroy.
In the fair form of Christine Leroy.
I shall not continue this transcription because the reed organ blurs the old lady's singing, and I cannot be sure of her words.
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