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Down in the valley, The valley so low,
No full textvoiceSung by Rev. Harold E. Hunter
and Max Hunter
Eldorado Springs, Missouri
October 7, 1958
Reel 257-58, Item 19
Down in the Valley
Down in the valley,
The valley so low,
Hang your head over,
Hear the wind blow.
Hear the wind blow, dear,
Hear the wind blow,
Hang your head over,
Hear the wind blow.
Writing this letter
Containing three lines,
Answer my question,
Will you be mine?
Will you be mine, dear?
Will you be mine?
Answer my question,
Will you be mine?
If you don't love me,
Love whom you please;
Throw your arms 'round me,
Give my heart ease.
Throw your arms 'round me,
Before it's too late;
Throw your arms 'round me,
See my heart break.
Roses love sunshine,
Violets love dew;
Angels in heaven
Know I love you.
Know I love you, dear,
Know I love you;
Angels in heaven
Know I love you.
Go build me a castle
Forty feet high,
So I can see her
As she goes by.
As she goes by, dear,
As she goes by,
So I can see her,
As she goes b y .
Collected by Max Hunter (H-13)
For Mary C. Parler
Transcribed by Frances MajorsFunding for digitization provided by the Arkansas Humanities Council and the Happy Hollow Foundation
Talk: Introduction to Max Hunter field recordings
No full textCollected by Max Hunter Transcribed by Nathaniel Lucy
Told by Max Hunter Springfield, Missouri May 7, 1958
Reel 236
Talk
Mary Celestia Parler: This is the seventh of May and Max Hunter is here again and is going to let me dub some more of the songs he got in the field.
Max Hunter: The next eight songs were sang by Mrs. Gladys Everly of Springfield, Missouri and she sang these for me in her daughter's home on April 20, 1958.Funding for digitization provided by the Arkansas Humanities Council and the Happy Hollow Foundation
Talk: Olive Coberley
No full textCollected by Max Hunter (H-13)
For Mary C. Parler
Transcribed by Frances Majors
Max Hunter speaking of Mrs. Olive
Coberley of
Weaubleau, Missouri
October, 1953
Reel 257-58, Item 12
I would like to tell you something about Mrs.
Coberley. As you heard her say, she is ninety-one
years old. She is very hard of hearing and
practically totally blind. And all the songs
that Mrs. Coberley sings she says it's strictly
from memory, without the use of any written
ballad or book whatsoever. She's been in the
Ozarks for approximately forty years. And
before moving into Wheatland and Weaubleau,
she lived up around Breckenridge, in the northern
part of the state. Her husband's parents came
from England, and the song "The Nine Blessings
of Mary" is one that she learned from her
husband before he died, and is one which he
had learned from his parents.Funding for digitization provided by the Arkansas Humanities Council and the Happy Hollow Foundation
Talk: About the Bald Knobber's song
No full textCollected by Max Hunter (H-10)
For Mary C. Parler
Transcribed by Frances Majors
Max Hunter talking
Springfield, Missouri
Reel 253-54, Item 8
About the Bald Knobber's song
I would like to add a little something in here as
a matter of record. I will not call names or dates, but
recently I had a "visit with a man that lives in the
Bald Knob country. And as you recall, the Bald
Knobbers were quite a notorious band at one time. But
I asked this gentleman if he knew the Ball Knobber's song
and if he would sing it for me. He said he knew the
song but would not sing for me. The reason— that he
knew a man very well that got his head blew off for
going down the road on horseback singing that song.
He knew the man that done the shooting; he knew the man
that got killed; he knew the sheriff; he knew the lawyer;
he knew the places; and he was pretty close on some of
the dates. And the feeling that still exists, even though
it is not talked about, the old timers still hesitate to
talk to the outsiders too much either for or against that
organization. I'll keep trying and see if I can get it.Funding for digitization provided by the Arkansas Humanities Council and the Happy Hollow Foundation
Down in the valley
No full textvoiceSung by Rev. Harold E. Hunter
and Max Hunter
Eldorado Springs, Missouri
October 7, 1958
Reel 257-58, Item 19
Down in the Valley
Down in the valley,
The valley so low,
Hang your head over,
Hear the wind blow.
Hear the wind blow, dear,
Hear the wind blow,
Hang your head over,
Hear the wind blow.
Writing this letter
Containing three lines,
Answer my question,
Will you be mine?
Will you be mine, dear?
Will you be mine?
Answer my question,
Will you be mine?
If you don't love me,
Love whom you please;
Throw your arms 'round me,
Give my heart ease.
Throw your arms 'round me,
Before it's too late;
Throw your arms 'round me,
See my heart break.
Roses love sunshine,
Violets love dew;
Angels in heaven
Know I love you.
Know I love you, dear,
Know I love you;
Angels in heaven
Know I love you.
Go build me a castle
Forty feet high,
So I can see her
As she goes by.
As she goes by, dear,
As she goes by,
So I can see her,
As she goes b y .
Collected by Max Hunter (H-13)
For Mary C. Parler
Transcribed by Frances MajorsFunding for digitization provided by the Arkansas Humanities Council and the Happy Hollow Foundation
Amazing grace, how sweet the sound That saved a wretch like me.
No full textvoiceCollected by Max Hunter (H-13)
For Mary C. Parler
Transcribed by Frances Majors
Sung by Rev. Harold E. Hunter
Eldorado Springs, Missouri
October 7, 1958
Reel 257-58, Item 16
Amazing Grace
Amazing grace, how sweet the sound
That saved a wretch like me.
I once was lost but now am found,
Was blind but now I see.
'Twas grace that taught my heart to fear,
And grace my fears relieved.
How precious did that grace appear
The hour I first believed.
Through many dangers, toils and snares
I have already come.
'Tis grace that brought me safe thus far,
And grace will lead me home.
When we've been there ten thousand years
Bright shining as the sun,
We've no less days to sing God's praise
Than when we first begun.Funding for digitization provided by the Arkansas Humanities Council and the Happy Hollow Foundation
Amazing grace, how sweet the sound
No full textvoiceCollected by Max Hunter (H-13)
For Mary C. Parler
Transcribed by Frances Majors
Sung by Rev. Harold E. Hunter
Eldorado Springs, Missouri
October 7, 1958
Reel 257-58, Item 16
Amazing Grace
Amazing grace, how sweet the sound
That saved a wretch like me.
I once was lost but now am found,
Was blind but now I see.
'Twas grace that taught my heart to fear,
And grace my fears relieved.
How precious did that grace appear
The hour I first believed.
Through many dangers, toils and snares
I have already come.
'Tis grace that brought me safe thus far,
And grace will lead me home.
When we've been there ten thousand years
Bright shining as the sun,
We've no less days to sing God's praise
Than when we first begun.Funding for digitization provided by the Arkansas Humanities Council and the Happy Hollow Foundation
Old man Finney had a pig, What?
No full textvoiceCollected by Max Hunter (H-6 ) Sung by Mrs. Ethel Hunter
For Mary C. Parler Springfield, Missouri
Transcribed by Frances Majors May 28, 1958
Reel 249, Item 12
Old Man Finney
Old man Finney had a pig,
What?
Old man Finney had a pig,
Was always little and it never growed big,
Uh-huh.
Oh, the old man went out to slop his pig,
What?
Old man went out to slop his pig,
And when he got there, poor piggy was dead,
Uh-huh.
Oh, the old man grieved himself to death,
What?
Old man grieved himself to death,
'Cause poor piggy had lost his breath,
Uh-huh.
Oh, the old woman she died soon after,
What?
The old woman she died soon after;
She hung herself on a pig-pen rafter,
Uh-huh.
Oh, the answering book lies on the shelf,
What?
Answering book lies on the shelf,
If you want any more you can sing it yourself,
Uh-huh.Funding for digitization provided by the Arkansas Humanities Council and the Happy Hollow Foundation
Introduction to Gypsy's warning
No full textSee 251-252:12 Gypsy's warning for the song itselfCollected by Max Hunter (H-9)
For Mary C. Parler
Transcribed by Frances Majors
Sung by Mrs. Ethel Hunter
Springfield, Missouri
June 29, 1958
Reel 251-52, Item 12
The Gipsy's Warning
Trust him not, oh gentle lady,
Though his voice is low and sweet;
Heed not him who kneels before thee,
Pleading softly at thy feet.
Now thy life is in its morning,
Spoil not this thy happy lot;
Listen to the gypsy warning,
Gentle lady, trust him not.
Lady once there lived a maiden,
Pure and bright and like thee, fair;
But he wooed, he wooed and won her,
Filled her gentle heart with care.
Then he heeded not her weeping,
Nore cared he, her life to save;
Soon she perished, now she's sleeping
In the cold and silent grave.
Do not turn from me so coldly;
I have only told the truth;
From a stern and withered sorrow,
Lady, I would shield thy youth.
I would shield thee from all danger,
Shield thee from the tempter's snare;
Lady, shun the dark-eyed stranger;
I have warned thee, now beware.
Keep thy gold, I do not want it;
Lady, I have prayed for this,
For the hour that I might foil him,
Rob him of expected bliss.
Now I see, thou are filled with wonder
At my look so fierce and wild;
Lady, in the green grave yonder
Lies the gypsy's only child.Funding for digitization provided by the Arkansas Humanities Council and the Happy Hollow Foundation
Happy frisky Jim; You ought to see your dear aunt laugh; Frisky Jim
No full textVoiceCollected by Max Hunter
Transcribed by Nathaniel Lucy
Sung by Olive Coberly
Wheaton, Arkansas
November 26, 1959
Reel 346, Item 1
I’m My Daddy’s Only Son
[A complete text transcription from the same recording can be found in the Max Hunter Collection at maxhunter.missouristate.edu titled “Happy Frisky Jim”]Funding for digitization provided by the Arkansas Humanities Council and the Happy Hollow Foundation
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