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The Lo[v]ne Valley
Way down in the Lo[v]ne, Lo[v]ne Valley
Where the early violets bloom
There sleeps one gentle Annie
In a cold and silent tomb.
She died not broken hearted
Neither she in sickness fell
But in one sad moment parted
From the one she loved so well
One night when the moon shone brightly
And early fell the dew
Way down in the Love, Love valley
Her jealous lover drew.
Come, love, and let us wander
O’er meadows wide and gay
Come and let us ponder
O’er our happy wedding day.
Oh, Edward I’m so tired
I do not care to roam
For roaming is so dreary
Dearest Edward stay at home.
Up stepped her jealous lover
One silent vow he made
No mortal hand can save you In a moment you’ll be slain.
Down on her knees before him
She begged him for her life
But in her snowy bosom
He plunged a fatal knife
Oh, Edward I’ll forgive you
Though it be my very last breath
For I never loved another
And she closed her eyes in death.
He sighed not as he pressed her
To his young and jealous heart
He signed not as he kissed her
Though he knew they soon must part.
(Edith Walker, Boone, North Carolina)
