Archive for the ‘grave’ Tag

Lay My Head Beneath A Rose

Darling press me to your bosom
As you did in days of yore
Press your lips upon my forehead
Ere I reach that golden shore
Life is from me quickly fading
Soon I’ll be in sweet repose
When Im gone I ask this favor
Lay my head beneath a rose

Lay me where sweet flowers blossom
Where the dainty lilies grows
Where the pink and violet mingle
Lay my head beneath the rose

Darling first you said you loved me
When you gave your hand and heart
There were roses on your cheeks love
And we vowed we ne’er would part
One more kiss for I am going
Far byond all earthly woes
Let my grave be like your cheeks love
Covered with a red red rose

He has crossed the shadowed valley
Where the living water flows
Love has heard his last found pleadings
And he sleeps in sweet repose
Neath a grassy mound hes resting
Where the golden sunset glows
Love has answered all his pleadings
And he sleeps beneath a rose

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Poor Little Joe

While strolling one night through New Yorks gay throng
I met a poor boy who was singing a song
And although he was smiling he wanted for bread
And although he was singing he wished himself dead
I spoke to this poor boy out in the snow
He had no place to shelter him no where to go
No Mother to guide him in the grave she is low
Lost on the cold street was poor little Joe

Cold blew the blast down came the snow
He had no place to shelter him no where to go
No MOther to guide him in the grave she was low
Died on the cold street did poor little Joe

A carriage passed by with a lady inside
I looked on poor Joes face and saw that he cried
He followed the carriage she not even smilied
but fondly caressing her own darling child
I looked on this wail and I thought it was odd
If this poor ragged urchin forgotten by God
And I saw by the firelight that shone in the snow
The pale deathly features of poor little Joe

The lights had gone out and the clock had struck one
Along came a policeman whos duty was done
I could tell by the sound of his duty heavy feet
You’d think he was sinking the grave of the deep
Oh what is this the policeman said
It was poor little Joe on the ground he was dead
With his face turned to heaven all covered with snow
Died on the cold street did poor little Joe

The Hazel Dell

In the hazel dell my Nelly’s sleeping
Nellie loved so long
And my lonely, lonely watch am keeping
Nellie lost and gone
Here in moonlight often we have wandered
Though the silent space
Now where leafy branches drooping down
Little Nelly’s laid

All alone my watch am keeping
in the hazel dell
For my darling Nelly’s near me sleeping
Nelly dear farewell

In the hazel dell my Nelly’s sleeping
Where the flowers wave
And the silent stars are nightly weeping
O’er poor Nelly’s grave
Hopes that once my bosom fondly cherish-d
Smile no more for me
Every dream of joy alas has perished
Nellie dear with thee

Now am weary friendless and forsaken
Watching here alone
Nelly thou no more will fondly cheer me
With thy loving tone
Yest forever shall they gentle image
In my memory dwell
And my tears thy lonely grave shall moisten
Nelly dear farewell

The Butcher’s Boy

In London City where I did dwell
A butcher’s boy I loved so well
He courted me my life away
And with me then he would not stay

I went up stairs to go to bed
And nothing to my mother said
But mother said your acting queer
What is the trouble my daughter dear

Oh mother dear you need not know
The pain and sorrow grief and woe
Give me a chair and set me down
With pen and ink to write words down

Oh dig my grave both wide and deep
And place a marble at my feet
Upon my breast a snow white dove
To show the world that I died for love

And when her father first came home
Where is my girl where has she gone
He went upstairs the door he broke
And found her hanging to a rope

He took his knife and cut her down
And in her bosom these words he found
A silly girl am I you know
To hang myself for the butchers boy

The Fatal Wedding

The wedding bells were ringing on a moonlight winters night
The church was decorated all within was gay and bright
A mother with her baby came and was the lights aglow
She thought of how those same bells chimed for her three years ago
Id like to be admitted sir She told the sexton old
Just for the sake of baby to protect him from the cold
He told her that the wedding there was for the rich and grand
And with the egar watching crowd outside she would have to stand

While the wedding bells were ringing
While the bride and groom were there
Marching up the isle together while the organ pealed an air
Telling tales of fond affection vowing never more to part
Just another fatal wedding just another broken heart

She begged the sexton once again to let her pass inside
For baby’s sake you may step in the gray-haird one replied
If anyone know knows the reason why this couple should not wed
Speak now or hold your peace forever soon the preacher said
I must object the woman cried voice so meek and mild
The bridgoom is my husband sir and this is our little child
What proof have you the preacher ask “My infant she replied
She raised her head and knelt to pray the little one had died

The parents of the bride took the outcast by the arm
We’ll care for you through life they said youve saved our child from harm
The outcast wife, the bride, and parents quickly drove away
The husband died of his own hand before the break of day
No wedding feast was spread that night wo graves were made next day
One for the little baby and in one the father lay
The story has been often told by firesides warm and bright
Of bride, of groom, of outcast, and the fatal wedding night