Brown Girl, Lyric Variant 03

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Brown Girl, Lyric Variant 03


One leaf typewritten on the front side. The document is in excellent physical condition. The document was laminated.


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

Alternative Title

Fine Salley. Fair Sally, Pretty Sally


W. L. Eury Appalachian Collection, Appalachian State University

Date Created



I. G. Greer


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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 fer 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 farewell 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 lie 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 03

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

215 mm x 279 mm

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Leila E. Weinstein

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