Florella (The Jealous Lover), Lyric Variant 02
 


Citation

“Florella (The Jealous Lover), Lyric Variant 02,” Appalachian State University Libraries Digital Collections, accessed November 29, 2022, https://omeka.library.appstate.edu/items/show/31538.


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Title

Florella (The Jealous Lover), Lyric Variant 02

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

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

Alternative Title

Blue-Eyed Ella

Publisher

W. L. Eury Appalachian Collection, Appalachian State University

Contributor

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

Format

PDF

Language

English

Type

Text

Transcription

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.

Scholarly Classification

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

File name

113_Florella_JealousLover_Lyric_02_ocr

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