Brown Girl, Lyric Variant 02
 


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Title

Brown Girl, Lyric Variant 02

Description

One leaf typewritten on the front side. The document is in good physical condition. The document was laminated. The upper left corner, the upper right corner, and the lower right corner were folded into the laminate. There are two moderate tears at the right edge. There are several textual corrections handwritten in black ink.

Subject

Ballads, English Ballads, Irish Ballads, Scots Courtship -- Songs and music Unrequited love -- Songs and music Death -- Songs and music

Alternative Title

Fine Salley. Fair Sally. Rich Lady

Publisher

W. L. Eury Appalachian Collection, Appalachian State University

Date Created

5/14/2007

Contributor

I. G. Greer

Rights

The images and audio files contained in the "So Mote It Ever Be: The Folksong Heritage of North Carolina's Northern Blue Ridge Mountains" collection are available for free personal, non-commercial, and educational use, provided that proper citation is used (e.g. I. G. Greer/W. Amos Abrams Manuscript Files Series, Folksong Files Subseries. W. L. Eury Appalachian Collection. Special Collections. Appalachian State University, Boone, NC). Any commercial use of the materials without the written permission of Appalachian State University is strictly prohibited. Please contact the Appalachian State University W. L. Eury Appalachian Collection with specific questions or with requests for further information.

Format

pdf

Language

English
English

Type

Typescript

Transcription

The Rich Lady

There was a rich lady from London she came,
Whose name it was Sally oh Sally by name,
Her riches was more than a king could possess
Her beauty was more than her riches would fetch.

There was a young man courted her 500 times a year
He often said Sally, oh Sally my dear,
Oh, Sally oh, Sally, Oh Sally, said he,
I am sorry my love and yourn can’t agree.

Its I don’t despise you, nor no other man,
But as for to love you, its more than I can,
Its now and forever just ends our discourse,
I never will marry you unless I am forced.

It’s fare you well Sally, I am now going home,
No doubt in my mind but your pride will come down,
Before three weeks was over and another going past
She sent for this young man her love had struck her at last.

He came to her bedside, saying "Sally my dear,
Is the pain that doth hurt you, doth lye in your head"
"Oh, no, by the right that you have not guessed,
The pain that now hurts me doth lay in my heart".

"Now, Sally, Oh Sally, Oh Sally," said he
"Now don’t you remember when you slighted me
When you slighted me in lowrney and scorn
And now I’ll reward you for things past and gone.

For things past and gone, love, forget and forgive,
And spare me my life some longer to live,
I never will forgive you while during my breath,
I’ll dance on your grave when you’re laid in the clay

Its on her forefinger there were rings, diamonds there
Saying take these and wear them when you’re dancing on me,
When you’re dancing on me, when you’re dancing on me
Ten thousand times over my folly I see.

Classification Title

Brown Girl, Lyric Variant 02

Document Title

The Rich Lady

Scholarly Classification

Child, 295 Brown, Older Ballads - Mostly British - 90 Randolph, 40 Laws, P 9 Cox, 114 Sharp, 44

Dimensions - Original

217 mm x 357 mm

Upload Date

2013-10-21

File name

113_BrownGirl_Lyric_02

Transcription Date

2006-08-16

Transcribed By

Leila E. Weinstein

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