Johnny Doyle, Lyric Variant 03
 


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Title

Johnny Doyle, Lyric Variant 03

Description

One leaf typewritten on the front side. The document is in excellent physical condition. The document was laminated. There is one textual correction handwritten in blue ink.

Subject

Ballads, English Ballads, Irish Ballads, Scots 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

Date Created

8/27/2008

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

Johnny Dowl

Last Saturday evening way late in the night,
As me 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 still did I slip them on.

Five hundred pounds my Father did provide,
Besides horse and pilions to ride by my side,
And six noble horsemen to ride by my side,
In order to make mxyxe 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 in two.

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 send 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.

Classification Title

Johnny Doyle, Lyric Variant 03

Document Title

Johnny Dowl

Scholarly Classification

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

Dimensions - Original

216 mm x 279 mm

Upload Date

2013-10-15

File name

113_JohnnyDoyle_Lyric_03_ocr

Transcription Date

2008-08-27

Transcribed By

Paul L. Robertson

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