Florella (The Jealous Lover), Lyric Variant 02
 

Citation

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Title

Florella (The Jealous Lover), Lyric Variant 02

Description

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

Subject

Ballads -- United States 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

Date Created

5/7/2007

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

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.

Classification Title

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

Dimensions - Original

178 mm x 279 mm

Upload Date

2013-09-26

File name

113_Florella_JealousLover_Lyric_02_ocr

Transcription Date

2006-07-19

Transcribed By

Paul L. Robertson

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