Carrier Dove, Copy 02
 


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J. N. Maffitt, “Carrier Dove, Copy 02,” Appalachian State University Libraries Digital Collections, accessed May 16, 2022, https://omeka.library.appstate.edu/items/show/31417.


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Title

Carrier Dove, Copy 02

Description

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

Subject

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

Alternative Title

The Spirit Bird

Creator

J. N. Maffitt

Publisher

W. L. Eury Appalachian Collection, Appalachian State University

Date Created

7/28/2008

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 bear 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 brow.
No solice 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, Copy 02

Document Title

Fly Away Sweet Dove

Associated Date

1841

Dimensions - Original

216 mm x 279 mm

Upload Date

2013-10-21

File name

113_CarrierDove_copy_02_ocr

Transcription Date

2008-07-28

Transcribed By

Paul L. Robertson

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