Jack and Maye, Copy
 


Citation

“Jack and Maye, Copy,” Appalachian State University Libraries Digital Collections, accessed December 21, 2024, https://omeka.library.appstate.edu/items/show/31618.


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Title

Jack and Maye, Copy

Description

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.

Subject

Folk songs--United States
Courtship--Songs and music
Quarreling--Songs and music
Lovesickness--Songs and music
Death--Songs and music

Alternative Title

Jack and May, Let Us Be Lovers Again

Publisher

W. L. Eury Appalachian Collection, Appalachian State University

Contributor

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

Format

PDF

Language

English

Type

Text

Transcription

Jack and Maye.

Jack and Maye, swe thearts were they,
And they were engaged to be wed.
Many the promise they had made,
Many the love word had said.
But as lovers do, they quarreled one day.
She bade him not come any more.
She brought him his hat, he started away,
But lingered to say at the door:

Chorus

Tie up those old broken cords,
And let us be lovers again.
For you know that I love you darling.
To part from you gives me pain.
Remember the vows of long ago,
That faithful, we would not forget.
So let us forget, and make up, my pet-
Make up and be lovers again.

Years rolled by and neither were wed,
Still all of his pleadings were vain.
But one bright day poor Jack was found dead.
'Twas all of her bridals disdain,
Two lives have been wrecked-
She loved but too late-she goes to his grave every day.
She can't tell you why, but seems 'tis her fate,
The wind seems to whisper and say:

Cho.

File name

113_JackAndMaye_copy_ocr