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LATE ONE EVENING (THE JEALOUS BROTHERS; THE BRAMBLE BRIER) Sung by: Mr. and Mrs. Berry Sutterfield Recorded in Big Flat, AR 8/29/58 Click here to listen to the original recording Two brothers, listening to what was said, Saying, "This courtship must now be ended And lay this young man in his grave." They rose up so early next morning, And off for a-hunting they did go. Insisted upon this young man's going, And so he went along with them. They rode those hills and the mountains over, And over a-many of a path unknown. They rode 'til they came to the Lonesome Valley, And there they killed him dead, alone. A-late that evening, as they were returning, Their sister inquiring of her own true love, Saying, "He got lost in a game of hunting," And there was said no more of him. She went to bed and dreamed of her lover A-coming to her bedside alone, Saying, "They have killed me and treated me cruel; They wallowed me in a gore of blood." She rose up so early next morning, And dressed herself in a silk so fine, Saying, "I'll ride those hills and the mountains over. I'll seek the lost of my own true love." She rode those hills and the mountains over, And over a-many of a path unknown. She rode 'til she came to the Lonesome Valley, And there she found him dead, alone. His beautiful cheeks were almost faded, His lips as soft as any bride. She turned him over, over and over, Saying, "Darling, you're a friend of mine." A-late that evening, as she were returning, Her brother inquired, "where have you been?' Saying, "Keep your seat, you deceitful rascal; Together both of you shall hang." Also found in Randolph, Vol. I, #100, "The Jealous Brothers"; Brown, Vol. II, #62, "The Bramble Brier." |
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