Garden Gate, Lyric Variant 03


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Garden Gate, Lyric Variant 03


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.


Folk songs, English--United States
Courtship--Songs and music
Love--Songs and music
Elopement--Songs and music

Alternative Title

Just Down to the Gate


W. L. Eury Appalachian Collection, Appalachian State University


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








Just Going Down to the Gate.

My sweet heart's a shy little fairy.
Her age is just seventeen.
Her parents say she is too airy,
But a sweeter girl never was seen.
At night she steals out from the cottage
Her mother calls after her: Kate,
She answers: Dear Ma, I am not going far,
I'm just going down to the gate.

Just going down to the gate, dear Ma,
Just down to the old garden gate.
The moon is so bright, it's such a nice night,
I'm just going down to the gate.

Of course, at the gate I am wai/ntig,
And sweet are the words that we say,
While within, the old folks are debating
As to when thay shall move in May.
Sometimes thay call gently for Katie.
She answers: Dear Ma, 'tis not late.
There's no sign of storm and the night is so arm
I love to stand here at the gate.

They say she's too young to be married,
But with them we do not agree.
Love's message to Katie I carried.
A kiss was the answer for me.
We'll wander along in the moonlight.
Much longer I'm sure I can't wait.
Some night by-and-by to a preacher we'll fly
When Katie comes down to the gate.

Scholarly Classification

Brown, Folk Lyric - 319

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