Collected by Parler Miss Adgie Lou Williams
Little Rock, Ark. December 28, 1954
Reel 354, Item 10
Young Charlotte lived on a mountain side,
In a cold and dreary spot,
There was no dwelling for five mile round Except her father's cot.
In a village fifteen miles away There's a merry ball tonight,
The weather it was cold as death,
But our hearts were very light.
Her bonnet and her gloves were on,
She stepped into the sleigh,
As softly o'er the mountain side And hills they sped away.
"Such a night," cried Charles, "I never saw,
My reins I scarce can hold,"
Fair Charlotte spoke in these few words,
"I am exceeding cold."
They reached the door and Charles jumped out,
To give his hand to her,
"Why sit you there like a monument That has no power to stir?"
The mantle from her neck he tore,
While the cold stars on her shone,
And up into the lighted hall Her lifeless form he bore.
He took her back into the sleigh,
With her he did ride home,
And as they neared the cottage door,
Her parents how they mourned!
They mourned for the loss of a daughter dear,
He mourned for the loss of his love,
Until his heart did break with grief.
They now sleep in one grave.
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