Ore Knob, Lyric Variant 05
 

Citation

“Ore Knob, Lyric Variant 05,” Appalachian State University Libraries Digital Collections, accessed January 17, 2022, https://omeka.library.appstate.edu/items/show/31774.


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Title

Ore Knob, Lyric Variant 05

Description

One leaf typewritten on the front side. The document is in good physical condition. The document was laminated. There are staple holes at the upper left corner. There are three textual corrections handwritten in black ink.

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

Alternative Title

The Ore Knob Song

Publisher

W. L. Eury Appalachian Collection, Appalachian State University

Date Created

5/10/2007

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

Ore Knob

Come blooming youth in the midst of day,
And see how soon some pass away.
There were two men worked with us there.
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, their 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 they spark he give.
They were brought to the top, a dreadful sight,
How lonesome was that Tuesday night.

Poor Shirley & Smith, how much we miss
Around the Ore Knob today!
We hope they have gone to a world of bliss
But none of us we dare to 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 into that heavenly crew.

Poor Shirley had a wife and children , dear.,
And Smith ,a Mother, this news to hear.
We hope they will for consolation
Read and believe in John’s Revelation,

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

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

Classification Title

Ore Knob, Lyric Variant 05

Document Title

Ore Knob

Scholarly Classification

Brown, Native American Ballads - 211

Dimensions - Original

173 mm x 242 mm

Upload Date

2013-10-03

File name

113_OreKnob_Lyric_05

Transcription Date

2006-08-03

Transcribed By

Leila E. Weinstein

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