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The Dying Nun

Let the air blow in upon me
Let me see the midnight sky
Stand back sisters from around me
Oh it is so hard to die
Raise the pillow up dear Martha
Sister Martha you are kind
Come and stand just here beside me
Ere I leave you all behind

Hold my hand so cold and frozen
Once it was so softa and white
And the ring that falls down from it
Clasped my fingers round so tight
Little ring they thought so worthless
That they let me keep it there
Only a plain and golden circle
And A braid of Douglas hair

Oh my Father Oh my mother
Will you not forget the past
When you hear some stranger tell you
How your stray lamb died at last
Out of all that used to love me
Who will weep when I am dead
Only you dear sister Marthat
Keep the last watch by my bed

Sister Martha are you near me
You are kinder than the rest
Lift my head and let me lean it
While I live upon your breast
I am Coming Douglas coming
Where you are I’ll soon be there
Free at last I come my dearest
Death gives back your little Claire

Sister Martha Sister Martha
Has the moon gone down so soon
Oh this cell is cold as winter
Tho I know tis only June
Sister in your white bed lying
Sleeping in the June moonlight
Through your dreams there comes no message
Claire dies all alone tonight

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The Little Rosewood Casket

In a little rosewood casket
That is resting on a stand
There’s a package of love letters
Written by a cherished hand
Will you please go bring them sister
Read them o’er to me tonight
For Ive often tried but could not
Falling tears would blind my sight

In a little rosewood casket
That is resting on a stand
There’s a package of love letters
Written by my true loves hand

Come up closer to me sister
Let me lean upon your breast
For the tide of life is ebbing
And I fair would be at rest
Bring the letters he has written
He whos voice I’ve often heard
Read them over love distinctly
For I cherish every word

Tell him sister when you see him
That I never ceased to love
That I dying prayed to meet him
In a better world above
Tell him that I was supported
Ne’er a word of censure spoke
But his silence and his absense
This poor heart has well nigh broke

Tell him that I watched his coming
When the noontide sun was high
And at even when the angels set
Their starlights in the sky
But when at last I saw he came not
Tell him that I didn’t chide
But I spoke in love about him
And I blessed him when I died

When at last in deaths white garments
You have wrapped my form around
And you lay me down to slumber
In the quiet church yard ground
Place the letters and the picture
Close beside my pulseless heart
We for years have been together
And in death we will not part

I am ready now dear sister
Read the dear old letters o’er
I will listen as to music
Eve I reach that golden shore
And if ere you have all finished
I should calmly fall asleep
Fall asleep to wake in Heaven
Dearest sister do not weep

Oh Dem Golden Slippers

Oh my golden slippers am laid away
Cause I don’t spect to wear em till my weddin day
And my long tail’d coat dat I loved so well
I will wear up in the chariot in de morn
And my long white robe dat I bought last June
Ise gwine to get chang’d Case it fits too soon
And the ole gray hoss dat I used to drive
I will hitch him to the chariot in de morn

Oh dem golden slippers
Oh dem golden slippers
Golden slippers ise gwine to wear
Because they look so neat
Oh dem golden slippers
Oh dem golden slippers
Golden slippers ise gwine to wear
To walk the golden street

Oh my ole banjo hangs on de wall
Cause it ain’t been tuned since away last fall
But de darks all say we will have a good time
When we ride up in de chairot in the morn
And Brother Ben and sister Luce
Dey will telegraph to Uncle Bacco Juice
What a great camp meeting der will be dat day
When we ride up in de chariot in de morn

So its good-by children I will have to go
Wher der rain don’t fall or de wind don’t blow
And yer winter coat why ye will not need
When you ride up in de chariot in de morn
But dem slippers must be nice and clean
And yer age must be just sweet sixteen
And yer white [bed] gloves yer will have to wear
When you ride up in de chariot in de morn

The Dying Cowboy

One evening at sunset as I rode o-re the prairie
The nightengales singing and all things so gay
I chanced as I spied there a handsom young cowboy
All dressed in white linen and this he did say

Oho beat the drum slowly and play the fife lowly
And play the “Dead March” as you bare me along
Take me to the prairie and turn the sod o’re me
For Im a wild cowboy and I know I did wrong

Oh once in my saddle I used to go dashing
Oh once in my saddle I used to go gay
But I first took to drinking and then to card playing
Got shot in the breast and Im dying today

Go gather together my friends ‘mong the cowboys’
And bit them lament their companion’s sad fate
And go tell the others this warning I give them
Go quit their wild roving before its to late

Will somebody write to my poor aged mother
And send the sad news to my sister so dear
And still there’s another more dear than the other
Who would bitterly weef if she knew I were here

Get six gay young cowboys to carry my coffin
And six fair young maids to go singing along
Let each of them carry a bunch of red roses
To strew ore the grave of a boy who done wrong

Will somebody fetch me a cup of cold water
A cup of cold water the poor fellow said
But ere they had brought it his sould had departed
And fled to it’s Maker the Cowboy was dead