THE BURYING GROUND (THE OLD CHURCH YARD) Sung by: Uncle John J. Ballantine Recorded in Fifty Six, AR, 7/18/53 Click here to listen to the original recording I well know the path through the soft green sward. Friends slumber there we were wont to regard, And we'll trace out their names in the old church yard. Oh, were I at rest beneath yon tree! Why should you weep, dear friends, for me? I am wayworn and sad; oh, why then retard For the rest that I seek in the old church yard. (Mr. Ballantine: "Now, listen, brother, I'll have to . . . I'll just have to study some of that out. I've forgot that . . .") Also found in Randolph, Vol. IV, #620, "The Old Church Yard." |
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