In the Pines, Where the Sun Never Shines, Lyric Variant 02


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In the Pines, Where the Sun Never Shines, Lyric Variant 02


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
Unrequited love--Songs and music
Birds--Songs and music
Grief--Songs and music

Alternative Title

The Lonesome Dove, In the Pines, The Pines, There's More Than One, Mobiline, The Lonesome Pine, With Feeling, Pretty Polly, Handsome Molly, Stinging Bee, Little Molly, Black-Eyed Mary, Loving Hannah, Loving Hanner, The Irish Girl


W. L. Eury Appalachian Collection, Appalachian State University


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








The Lonsome Dove.

Oh dont you see that lonsome dove.
That flys from pine to pine.
Its morning for its own true love.
And why not mourn for mine my true love?
And why not mourn for mine?
Do you remember the day that you gave me your heart?
And vowed to me that if ever you marrid I should be your girl.
But now you have broken all those vows just marry who you please,
While this pore aching heart most dead.
You are living at your ease my love.
You are living at your ease.
You slighted me once you slighted me twice.
You will never slight me any more.
Though you slighted me for another girl.
and now you may take her and go my love.
Oh darling darling do hush up.
I hate to here you cry.
For the best of friends they have to part.
And so do you and I my love and so do you and I.
Look up look down this lonsomeroad.
Hang down your head and cry.
Ill fly to the east Ill fly to the west.
Ill will fly in the arms of the one I lovebest.

Mrs. Alice Cook.


Mrs. Alice Cook [Sarah Alice Sherrill], 1867-1937

Scholarly Classification

Brown, Folk Lyric - 283

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