Lonesome Dove
 


Citation

“Lonesome Dove,” Appalachian State University Libraries Digital Collections, accessed December 6, 2022, https://omeka.library.appstate.edu/items/show/31698.


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Title

Lonesome Dove

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
Death--Songs and music
Heaven--Songs and music
Tuberculosis--Songs and music

Alternative Title

The Minister's Lamentation, The Lonesome Grove

Publisher

W. L. Eury Appalachian Collection, Appalachian State University

Contributor

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

Format

PDF

Language

English

Type

Text

Transcription

The Mourning Dove.

One day while in a lonesome grove
Sat over my head a little dove,
For its last mate began to coo
Which made me think of my mate, too.

Ah, little dove, you are not alone ,
For I, like you, can onle mourn.
I, once, like you, did have a mate,
But now like you, I am desolate.

Consumption seized my love severe,
And preyed on her for one long year,
Till death came at the break of day,
And my poor Mary he did slay.

Her blooming cheeks and sparkling eye
Like roses they did wilt and die.
The arms that once embraced me round
Lie mouldering in the cold ground.

But death, grim death, did not stop there.
I had one child to me most dear.
He like a vulture came again
And took from me my little Jane.

But bless the Lord, his word is given
Declaring babes are heirs of Heaven.
Then ceased my heart to mourn for Jane
Since my small loss is her great gain.

I have a hope that cheers my breast,
To think my love has gone to rest.
For while her dying tongue could move
She praised the Lord for His redeeming lobe.

Shout on, ye heavenly powers above,
While I this lonesome desert roam.
My Master’s work will soon be done
And then I’ll join you in your song.

Scholarly Classification

Brown, Folk Lyric - 305 Randolph, 607 Sharp, 147

File name

113_LonesomeDove

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