Dying Nun, Lyric Variant 01
 


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“Dying Nun, Lyric Variant 01,” Appalachian State University Libraries Digital Collections, accessed June 19, 2024, https://omeka.library.appstate.edu/items/show/31487.


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Title

Dying Nun, Lyric Variant 01

Description

This item is part of the I. G. Greer Folksong Collection which consists of more than 300 individual song titles and their variants as collected by Isaac Garfield Greer (1881-1967) from informants, primarily in Ashe, Wilkes and Watauga counties. The collection includes manuscripts, typescript transcriptions produced by Dr. Greer’s clerical staff, and handwritten musical notations. Songs range from traditional Child Ballads, traditional English and Scottish ballads as well as their American variants, to 19th century popular music to musical compositions of local origin.

Subject

Last words--Songs and music
Nuns--Songs and music
Death--Songs and music
Ballads

Publisher

W. L. Eury Appalachian Collection, Appalachian State University

Contributor

Greer, I. G. (Isaac Garfield), 1881-1967

Format

PDF

Language

English

Type

Text

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Transcription

The Dying Nun.

Let the air blow in upon me.
Let me see the midnight sky.
Stand back sisters from around me.
Oh it is so hard to die.
Rais the pillow up, Oh Martha.
Sister Martha, you are kind.
Come and stand alone beside me.
Ere I leave you all behind.

Oh my Father nd my Mother.
Can you not forge the past?
When you here some stranger telling.
How your stary lamb diede at last.
But of all that used to love me.
Who will weep when I am dead?
None but you, dear Sister Martha.
Keep there watch around my bed.


Oh, The Heavenly strains come stealing.
Through the midnight drear and dim.
And I hear the chime bells pealing.
As I float away with him.

I am comming, Douglas, Douglas.
Where you are I too can come there.
Yes I come at last my dearest.
Death gives back your little Clara.

Here is my hand, now cold and frozen.
Once it was so soft and white.
And this ring that drops down from it.
Clasped my finger once so tight.
Little ring they thought so worthless.
That they let me keep it there.
Twas but one plain golden circlet.
With a brade of Douglas hair.

Sister Martha, Are you near me?
You are kinder than the rest,
Raise my head and let me lay it,
While I live upon your brest.
I was thinking of some music.
That I heard long, long ago.
Oh how sweet the nuns are singing.
In the chapel soft and low.
*******
Sister M

Sister Martha, Sister Martha.
Has the moon gone down so soone?
And this cell seems cold as winter.
Though I know it is June.
Sisters in their white beads lying.
Dreaming in there soft moonlight.
To their dreams comes no message.
Clara dies alone tonight.

Mrs Alice Cook.

Informant

Mrs. Alice Cook [Sarah Alice Sherrill], 1867-1937

Scholarly Classification

Brown, Additional Ballads - 317 Randolph, 706

File name

113_DyingNun_Lyric_01_ocr

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