Ore Knob, Lyric Variant 06


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Ore Knob, Lyric Variant 06


One leaf typewritten on the front side. The document is in excellent physical condition. The document was laminated.


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


W. L. Eury Appalachian Collection, Appalachian State University

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I. G. Greer


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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.

Poor Shirley and 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.

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Ore Knob, Lyric Variant 06

Document Title

Ore Knob

Scholarly Classification

Brown, Native American Ballads - 211

Dimensions - Original

216 mm x 279 mm

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Paul L. Robertson