Mary's Dream (Mary o' the Dee)
 


Citation

Lowe, John, 1750-1798, “Mary's Dream (Mary o' the Dee),” Appalachian State University Libraries Digital Collections, accessed January 27, 2023, https://omeka.library.appstate.edu/items/show/31717.


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Title

Mary's Dream (Mary o' the Dee)

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

Popular music--Scotland
Love--Songs and music
Ghosts--Songs and music
Sailors--Songs and music

Alternative Title

Mary and Sandy

Creator

Lowe, John, 1750-1798

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 moon had climbed the highest hill,
Which rises over the source of day
And from the eastern summit shed,
Her silver light on town and hay
When Mary laid her down to sleep,
Her thoughts on Sandy far at sea
When soft and low as voice she heard,
Saying, Mary, weep no more for me.

She from her pillow gently raised.
Her head, to ask who there might be
She saw young Sandy shivering stand,
With pallid cheek and hallow eye!
Oh! Mary, dear, cold is my clay,
It lies beneath the stormy sea
Far, far from thee I sleep in death,
So, Mary, weep no more for me.

Three stormy nights and stormy days,
We tossed upon the raging main
And long we strove our bark to save,
But all our striving was in vain
Even then, when horror chilled my blood,
My heart was filled with love for thee
The storm is past, and I am at rest,
So Mary, weep no more for me.

O maiden dear, thyself prepare,
We soon shall meet upon that shore,
Where love is free from doubt and care,
And thou and I shall part no more.
Loud crew the cock, the shadow fled,
No more of Sandy could she see
But soft the passing spirit and said,
Sweet Mary, weep no more for me.

Associated Date

1772

Scholarly Classification

Laws, K 20 Cox, 147 Combs, 88

File name

113_MarysDream_MaryOTheDee

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