Gambling for Gold, Lyric Variant 02
 


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Title

Gambling for Gold, Lyric Variant 02

Description

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

Subject

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

Publisher

W. L. Eury Appalachian Collection, Appalachian State University

Date Created

5/1/2007

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

Gambling for Gold

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

Chorus:
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 a 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 your children,
Don't let them feel that your love can grow cold,
But teach them that gold is all worthless,
Lest they gamble their honor for gold.

Classification Title

Gambling for Gold, Lyric Variant 02

Document Title

Gambling for Gold

Dimensions - Original

216 mm x 279 mm

Upload Date

2013-10-16

File name

113_GamblingForGold_Lyric_02_ocr

Transcription Date

2006-05-31

Transcribed By

Susan G. Pepper

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