Florella (The Jealous Lover), Lyric Variant 02


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Florella (The Jealous Lover), Lyric Variant 02


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


Ballads -- United States Murder -- Songs and music Last words -- Songs and music Courtship -- Songs and music

Alternative Title

Blue-Eyed Ella


W. L. Eury Appalachian Collection, Appalachian State University

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I. G. Greer


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The Jealous Lover

One eve when the moon shone brightly,
There softly fell a dew,
When in a lonely cottage
A jealous lover drew.
Said he to fair young Ellen:
Won’t you come and roam with me?
We’ll watch and wait and wander
Until our wedding day.
Said she to fair young Edgar:
I car not for to roam.
O, Edgar, I am weary,
Please ,won’t you take me home?

In silence then he kissed her,
And pressed her to his heart.
Oh, Ellen, Oh, Ellen, my darling,
‘Tis sad that we must part.
She then knelt down beside him
And prayed him spare her life-
When in her fair young bosom
He plunged a daggered knife.
Oh, Edgar I’ll forgive you,
Though this be my last breath.
I never will deceive you
Till I close my eyes in death.

Down in the shaded valley,
Where the violets are in bloom,
There lies the fair young Ellen
A sleeping in the gloom.
We know not how she suffered.
We know not how she moaned,
But I know these words were spoken:
Please, Edgar, take me home.

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Florella (The Jealous Lover), Lyric Variant 02

Document Title

The Jealous Lover

Scholarly Classification

Brown, Native American Ballads - 250 Randolph, 138 Laws, F 1 Cox, 38 Combs, 63

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178 mm x 279 mm

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Paul L. Robertson

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