Blind Girl, Lyric Variant 03


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Blind Girl, Lyric Variant 03


One leaf typewritten on the front side. The document is in good physical condition. The document was laminated. There is a small tear at the left top edge. The document was folded horizontally in half. There are two textual corrections handwritten in black ink.


Ballads, English -- North Carolina Blind children -- Songs and music Remarriage -- Songs and music Death -- Songs and music

Alternative Title

Blind Girl's Prayer


W. L. Eury Appalachian Collection, Appalachian State University

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I. G. Greer










They tell me, Father, that tonight
You wed another bride
That you will clasp her in your arms
Where my dear Mother died.

That she will lean her graceful head
Upon your manly breast,
Where she who now lies low in death
In life’s last hours did rest.

They say her name is Mary, too-
The name my Mother bore.
But Father, is she kind and true
Like the one you loved before?

And is her step so soft and light,
Her voice so meek and mild?
And Father, do you think she will love
Your blind and helpless child?

Please, Father, do not bid me come
To meet your lovely bride,
For I could not meet her in the room
Where my dear Mother died.

Her picture’s hanging on the wall.
Her books are lying near,
And there’s the harp her fingers touched
And her vacant chair.

The chair where by her side I knelt
To say my evening prayer.
Please, Father, do not bid me come,
For I could not meet her there.

But when I’ve cried myself to sleep,
As I now often do,
Then softly to my chamber creep,
My new Mama and you.

Then bid her gently press a kiss
upon my throbbing brow,
Just as my own dear Mother would.
Why, Papa, you’re weeping now.

Now let me kneel down by your side
And to my Savior pray
That God’s right hand may guide you back
Through life’s long weary way.

The prayer was murmured, then again
"I’m growing tired", she said.
He gently raised her in his arms
And laid her on the bed.

Then as he turned to leave the room,
One joyful cry was given.
He turned and caught the sweetest smile,
For his blind child was in Heaven.

They laid her by her Mother’s side
And raised a marble fair,
And on it engraved these simple words:
There’ll be no blind ones there.

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Blind Girl, Lyric Variant 03

Document Title

The Blind Child's Prayer

Scholarly Classification

Brown, Older Ballads - 149 Randolph, 724

Dimensions - Original

171 mm x 296 mm

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Susan G. Pepper

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