Johnny Doyle, Lyric Variant 02
 


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“Johnny Doyle, Lyric Variant 02,” Appalachian State University Libraries Digital Collections, accessed May 27, 2024, https://omeka.library.appstate.edu/items/show/31637.


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Title

Johnny Doyle, Lyric Variant 02

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

Ballads
Forced marriage--Songs and music
Abusive parents--Songs and music
Lovesickness--Songs and music

Alternative Title

Johnny Dye, Johnny Dyers

Publisher

W. L. Eury Appalachian Collection, Appalachian State University

Contributor

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

Format

PDF

Language

English

Type

Text

Transcription

Johnny Dowl

Last Saturday evening way late in the night,
As we and my true love was about to take flight,
My waiting maid a standing by so plainly you may say see,
She run unto my mammy and told upon me.

My mother she led me into my room,
There no one could see me nor no one could come,
She bundled up my clothing and she bid me to be gone,
So slowly and stily (?) did I slip them on.

Five hundred pounds my Father did provide,
Besides horse and pilions to ride by my side,
And sit noble horsemen to ride by my side,
In order to make me young Samuel Moore’s bride.

We rode and we rode till we came to the town,
We rode to Mister Gordens and there we did get down,
We rode to Mister Gordens and there we did light down,
So sore sick and weary my body I found.

As soon as the priest he did enter the door,
My ear rings they bursted and fell to the floor,
My sixty five stay laces in pieces they flew,
I thought my poor heart was a breaking into.

Behind my own brother they carried me home,
My Mother she led me its into my room,
She led me to my bed side and there I did lay down
So sick, sore and weary my poor body was.

Oh Mother, oh mother, its bar up the door,
Until the break of day, don’t let in Samuel Moore
For before this time tomorrow its death shall end all strife,
He never shall enjoy me nor call me his wife.

Oh daughter, oh daughter, shall we sned for Johnny Dowl
Oh mother, oh mother, it’s scarcely worth while,
For there is more grief at my heart than my tongue can tell,
And the last words she spoke was “Dear Johnny, fare you well.”

Scholarly Classification

Brown, Older Ballads - Mostly British - 129 Randolph, 87 Sharp, 83

File name

113_JohnnyDoyle_Lyric_02_ocr

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