Ore Knob, Lyric Variant 04
 


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“Ore Knob, Lyric Variant 04,” Appalachian State University Libraries Digital Collections, accessed March 29, 2024, https://omeka.library.appstate.edu/items/show/31773.


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Title

Ore Knob, Lyric Variant 04

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
Mine accidents--Songs and music
Miners--Songs and music
Salvation--Christianity--Songs and music
Death--Songs and music
Warnings--Songs and music

Publisher

W. L. Eury Appalachian Collection, Appalachian State University

Contributor

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

Format

PDF

Language

English

Type

Text

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Transcription

Ore Knob Song

Come blooming youth in midst of day,
And see how soon some pass away,
There were two men worked with us here,
What became of them you soon shall hear.

They worked all day till evening tide,
Before the ground it made its slide,
At fifty minutes after five,
They were healthy men and yet alive.

Before the whistle blew for six,
their die was cast, thier doom was fixed,
The rocks and dirt came tumbling down,
And under it these men were found.

Both cold and dead and could not live,
For God had took the spark he give,
They were brought to the top a dreadful sight,
How lonesome was that Tuesday night?

Poor Sherley and Smith how much we miss,
Them around the old Ore Knob today,
We hope they’er gone to a world of bliss,
But none of us we dare not say.

But with the Lord there’s nothing strange,
He could their hearts in a moment change,
We hope He did their hearts renew
And receive them in that heavenly crew.

Poor Sherley had a wife and children dear.
And Smith had a mother this news to hear.
We hope they will for Consilation,
Read and believe John’s revelation,

That says the dead will one day rise,
And saints will mount the upward skies,
To praise and sing and the Lord adore.
Where saints that meet shall part no more.

Let us take heed when the scriptures say,
That we must watch as well as pray,
For in an hour when least is thought,
The summons of death, it may be brought.


Dear Bro Greer:

Some time ago when you sang at
Jefferson I heard you say you wanted this old
ballet so I found it and am sending to
you. I am also printing it in paper and
will have a copy sent you.

S. C. Blackburn

Informant

Solomon Cicero [S. C.] Blackburn, 1898-1982

Scholarly Classification

Brown, Native American Ballads - 211

File name

113_OreKnob_Lyric_04

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