Ore Knob, Lyric Variant 06
 


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“Ore Knob, Lyric Variant 06,” Appalachian State University Libraries Digital Collections, accessed November 27, 2022, https://omeka.library.appstate.edu/items/show/31775.


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Title

Ore Knob, Lyric Variant 06

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

Alternative Title

The Ore Knob Song

Publisher

W. L. Eury Appalachian Collection, Appalachian State University

Contributor

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

Format

PDF

Language

English

Type

Text

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.

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.

Scholarly Classification

Brown, Native American Ballads - 211

File name

113_OreKnob_Lyric_06

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