Gambling for Gold, Lyric Variant 01, Copy


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Gambling for Gold, Lyric Variant 01, Copy


One leaf typewritten on the front side. The document is in good physical condition. The document was laminated. The upper right corner was folded into the laminate. There is some minor fraying at the upper left edge. There is a small tear at the lower left edge. There are two small tears at the right lower edge. There are minor stains of unknown origin on the document.


Folk songs -- United States Gamblers -- Songs and music Mothers and sons -- Songs and music


W. L. Eury Appalachian Collection, Appalachian State University

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I. G. Greer


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Gambling for Gold

One year ago since my sunny haired darling
Left his old home to gobout in the world.
When he had kissed his dear Mother and started,
I told him to never give honor for gold.

Gambling for gold,
Gambling for gold.
That's what my boy is doing, I'm told.
Breaking the heart of his old gray haired mother,
Yes, breaking and crushing for gold.

But a letter last week from a stranger,
Brought the sad news that must kill me, I'm sure.
For it said that my boy was drunkard and gambler,
When I thought he was honest and pure.

I'll go tonight to that far distant city,
God, hear my prayers and help me find my boy.
I'll bring him back to the old Church yard yonder.
He'll again be my pride and my joy.

Dear Mothers, I beg, watch over you children.
Don't let them feel that your love can grow cold,
But teach them that gold is all worthless,
Lest they gamble their homor for gold.

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Gambling for Gold, Lyric Variant 01, Copy

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Gambling for Gold

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