Carrier Dove
 


Citation

Maffitt, J. N., “Carrier Dove,” Appalachian State University Libraries Digital Collections, accessed May 16, 2022, https://omeka.library.appstate.edu/items/show/31415.


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Title

Carrier Dove

Description

One leaf typewritten in blue ink on the front side. The document is in fair physical condition. The document was laminated. The lower left corner was folded into the laminate. There are three major portions torn away from the upper left corner. There is one minor tear at the upper left edge. There are several textual corrections handwritten in black ink.

Subject

Popular music -- United States Love -- Songs and music Imprisonment -- Songs and music White pigeons -- Songs and music

Alternative Title

The Spirit Bird

Creator

Maffitt, J. N.

Publisher

W. L. Eury Appalachian Collection, Appalachian State University

Date Created

5/1/2007

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

Fly Away Sweet Dove

Fly away to my native land, sweet dove.
Fly away to my native land,
And hear those lines to the lady I love,
I've traced with a feeble hand

Oh, fly to her bower and say, sweet dove,
That the chain of the tyrant
Is over me now.
I never can mount my steed again
With the helmet upon my brown.
No solace I feel in my dungeon
Except when your voice is heard,
And you beat the bars
With your snowy wings.
Then fly to her bower sweet dove

She marvels much at my long delay,
Or perhaps your voice she hath heard.
She may have thought I have
Falsly strayed.
Then fly to her bower, sweet dove.
I can live in my dungeon
And waste away youth,
I can fall at the conquerer's sound.
But I cannot endure
Should she doubt my truth,
Then fly to her bower sweet dove.

Classification Title

Carrier Dove

Document Title

Fly Away Sweet Dove

Associated Date

1841

Dimensions - Original

214 mm x 277 mm

Upload Date

2013-10-21

File name

113_CarrierDove_ocr

Transcription Date

2006-05-30

Transcribed By

Susan G. Pepper

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