Kitty Wells, Lyric Variant 02


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Kitty Wells, Lyric Variant 02


One leaf, typewritten on the front side. The document is in excellent physical condition. The document was laminated. There is lamination-related creasing on the document.


Minstrel music -- United States Folk songs -- North Carolina Grief -- Songs and music Death -- Songs and music Courtship -- Songs and music Love -- Songs and music

Alternative Title

Kittie Wells


W. L. Eury Appalachian Collection, Appalachian State University

Date Created



I. G. Greer


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Katy Wells
You ask what makes this darkey weep,
Why him like others am not gay.
What makes the tears roll down his cheek,
From early dawn till close of day.
The story darkys, you shall hear,
For fresh it in my memory dwell,
It will cause you all to shed a tear,
Over the grave of my poor Katy Wells, Chorus-

When the wild birds were singing sweetly in the morning,
when the myrtle and the ivy were in bloom,
When the sun over the hill tops was dawning
It was there I laid her in the tomb.

I never shall forget that day,
When we together roamed the dell,
I kissed her cheek and named the day,
That I should marry Katy Wells.

When death came in that cabin door,
And stole from me my joy and pride,
And when I found she was no more,
I laid my banjo down and cried, Chorus-

Oftimes I wish that I were dead,
And laid beside her in the tomb,
The sorrow that bowed down my head,
Is as dark to me as the midnight gloom.

The springtime has no charm for me,
The flowers are blooming in the dell,
Her from I never more shall see,
Is the form of my poor Katy Wells, Chorus-

(Song ballad written by Miss Linza Joyner for Miss Ella Andrews)

Classification Title

Kitty Wells, Lyric Variant 02

Document Title

Katy Wells


Linza Joyner, [Mary] Ella Andrews

Geographic Location

Robersonville, Martin County, North Carolina

Scholarly Classification

Brown, Blackface Minstrel, Negro Songs - 411 Cox, 127

Dimensions - Original

214 mm x 275 mm

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Paul L. Robertson