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The One Forsaken
The first stanza of this is an echo from Child 68, 'Young Hunt-
ing. The rest is a miscellany of bits of folk lyric which reappear
in other ^ongs^ Pieces approximating this have been reported from
Virginia (SCSM 125-6) and Kentucky (FSKM 64, TKMS =;o-^)
See also 'As I Stepped Out Last Sunday Morning' and the ref-
erences there given.
WoL°"^ FyP^^^A'u f '■''"' ^^^ manuscript songbook of Miss Lura
Wagoner of Vox, Alleghany county, where it is dated October 30, 191,
I 'I will come in but I won't sit down,
For I haven't a moment of time.
I hear you have chosen a new sweetheart
And you are no longer mine,
And you are no longer mine, my love,
And you are no longer mine.
I hear you have chosen a new sweetheart
And you are no longer mine.
2 'The blackest crow that ever flew
It surely will turn to white.
If ever I forsake the one I love
Bright days will turn to night,
Bright days will turn to night, my love.
Bright days will turn to night.
If ever I forsake the one I love
Bright days will turn to night.'
3 'I wish to the Lord I had never been horned
Or had died when I was young ;
I never would 'a' seen your red rosy cheeks
Or 'a' heard your flattering tongue.
Or V heard your flattering tongue, my love.
Or 'a' heard your flattering tongue.
426 NORTH CAROLINA FOLKLORE
I never would 'a' seen your red rosy cheeks
Or 'a' heard your flattering tongue.'
4 'Hush up, hush up, hush up, my love;
I hate to hear you cry.
The best of friends they too must part,
And why not you and I ?
And why not you and I, my love,
And why not you and I ?
The best of friends they too must part,
And why not you and I ?'
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