Awake! Awake!- Anelize Chandler (NC) 1916 Sharp B
[From English Folk Songs from the Southern Appalachians I, 1917 and 1932. Collected by Cecil J. Sharp including tunes contributed by Olive Dame Campbell; Karpeles; ed. The 1932 notes follow.
One of a group of talented singers from Madison County; see also A, C, and D.
R. Matteson 2016]
Texts without tunes:— Gavin Greig's Folk-Song of the North East, i, art. 54.Broadside (no imprint). Journal of American Folk-Lore, xx. 260; xxix. 200.Cox's Folk Songs of the South, p. 348 (see also further references).
Texts with tunes :—Christie's Traditional Ballad Airs, i. 225. Journal of the Folk-Song Society; i. 269; iii. 78. Songs of the West, 2nd ed., No. 41. Folk Songs from Somerset, No. 99 (published also in English Folk Songs, Selected Edition, i. 72, and One Hundred English Folk-Songs, p. 106). Folk-Songs of England, v. 12.Journal of American Folk-Lore, xxv. 282 (tune only); xxx. 338 ; xxxv. 356. W. R. Mackenzie's Ballads and Sea Songs of Nova Scotia, No. 99. Sturgis and Hughes's Songs from the Hills of Vermont, p. 30.
B. Awake! Awake!- Sung by Mrs. ANELIZE CHANDLER at Alleghany, N. C, Aug. 28, 1916
Pentatonic. Mode 3,
1. Awake! awake! you drowsy sleeper,
A wake! awake! it's almost day.
Who's there? who's there at my doors and windows?
Who's there, who's there? in grief, cried she.
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2 It's me alone, your own true love,
He's just now here going away.
Go away, go away from my doors and windows,
Go away, go away, in grief, cried she.
3 It's you go, love, and ask your father
If you my bride, my bride shall be;
And if he says No, love, come and tell me;
And this'll be the last time I'll bother thee.
4 It's I will not go and ask my father,
For he's on his bed at rest a-sleeping,
And in his hands he holds a weapon
That will be a grief to thee.
5 It's you go, love, and ask your mother
If you my bride, my bride shall be;
And if she says No, love, come and tell me;
And this'll be the last time I'll bother thee.
6 I'll not go in and ask my mother,
For she's on her bed at rest a-sleeping,
For in her hand she holds a card[1], love,
That'll be bad news to thee.
7 It's rise you up, love, come and pity me,
For I'm going away to some sandy river bottom,
And while I spend my days, my weeks, my months and years,
I'll eat nothing but green willow and drink nothing but my tears.
8 Come back, come back, my love, and let me tell you.
If you will go with me,
I will forsake both father and mother
And go along with you and spend my life for ever.
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