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He was some mother's darling,
No full textvoiceSung by Helen Ann and Emma Doris
Washam
DeValls Bluff, Arkansas
June 8, 1954
Reel 190
Item 2
A Tramp On The Street
Only a tramp was Lazarus' fate,
He was laid down at the rich man's gate,
He begged for the crumbs from the rich man to eat,
But they left him to die like a tramp on the street.
Refrain:
He was some mother's darling,
He was some mother's child,
Once he was fair, and lovely and mild,
Some mother rocked him, her darling to sleep,
But they left him to die like a tramp on the street.
If Jesus should come and knock at your door,
Asking for bread, or crumbs from your store,
Would you welcome Him in or turn Him away,
Then God would reward you, on the Great Judgment Day.
Coll. by
Mary Jo Davis
For M. C. Parler
Refrain:Funding for digitization provided by the Arkansas Humanities Council and the Happy Hollow Foundation
For the wonder state we'll sing a song,
No full textvoiceSung by Helen Ann and Emma Doris
Washam
DeValls Bluff, Arkansas
June 8, 1954
Reel 190
Item 1
The Arkansas Traveler
Oh a lonely road quite long ago,
A traveler tries with a fiddle and a bow,
While rambling through the country rich and grand,
He quickly sees the magic o f the beauty of the land.
Refrain:
For the wonder state we'll sing a song,
And lift our voices loud and long,
For the wonder state we'll shout hurrah,
And praise the opportunity we find in Arkansas.
Many years have passed, the travelers gay,
Repeat the tune along the highway,
While every voicees sing the glad refrain,
The echoes from the mountains to the fields of growi ng grain.
Coll. by
Mary Jo Davis
For M. C . Parler
Refrain:Funding for digitization provided by the Arkansas Humanities Council and the Happy Hollow Foundation
It was on one Sunday morning,
No full textvoiceColl. by
Mary Jo Davis
For M . C. Parler
Sung by Marie Washam
DeValls Bluff. Arkansas
June 8, 1954
Reel 190
Item 4
The Deep Blue Sea
It was on one Sunday morning,
About the hour of three,
When my darling started to leave me,
And sail upon the deep blue sea.
He promised to write me a letter,
he promised to write to me,
But I haven't heard from my darling,
Since he sailed upon the deep blue sea.
Oh captain, can you tell me,
Can you tell me where he may be,
Oh yes, my fair young maiden,
He drowned in the deep blue sea.
So farewell friends, and relations,
It's the last you'll see of me,
I'm going to end my troubles,
By drowning in the deep blue sea.Funding for digitization provided by the Arkansas Humanities Council and the Happy Hollow Foundation
That eastbound train was crowded,
No full textvoiceColl. by
Mary Jo Davis
For M. C. Parler
Sung by Marie Washam
DeValls Bluff, Arkansas
June 14, 1954
Reel 193
Item 1
The Eastbound Train
That eastbound train was crowded,
One cold December day,
The conductor shouted, tickets,
In his old timed fashioned way.
A little girl in sadness,
Her hair as bright as gold,
Then said, I have no ticket,
And then her story told.
My father he's in prison,
He's lost his sight they say,
I'm going for his pardon,
This cold December day.
My brother and my sister,
Would both be very glad,
If I could only bring back,
My poor dear old blind dad.
My mother's daily sewing,
To try to earn our bread,
My poor dear old blind father,
Is in prison, almost dead.
The conductor wad dumbfounded,
He could not make a reply,
Then taking his hand and wiping,
The teardrops from his eye.
He said, God bless you, little one,
Just stay right where you are,
You'll never need a ticket,
While I am on this car.Funding for digitization provided by the Arkansas Humanities Council and the Happy Hollow Foundation
Draw nigh, young men, pray lend attention,
No full textvoiceColl. by
Mary Jo Davis
For M. C. Parler
Sung by Marie Washam
DeValls Bluff, Arkansas
June 13, 1954
Reel 192
Item 1
Love Affair
Draw nigh, young men, pray lend attention,
To this story I'm about to write,
Of a fair young man I will make mention,
Who courted a charming beauty bright.
And when his parents came to know it,
They strived to part them night and day,
To part him from his own dear loved one,
She's poor, she's poor, they'd often say.
The lady being young and witty,
Not knowing what she had to go through,
She strolled down to the organ city,
Where pleasant groves of shades to view.
She strolled down by the organ city,
Placed herself beneath a tree,
Says, will I now or will I ever,
Or nevermore, my true love see?
Then she took out a silver dagger,
She pierced it through her tender breast,
These words she spoke just as she staggered,
Farewell sweetheart, I'm going to rest.
Her sweetheart lying just in a thicket,
Not that his lover was near,
He ran, he ran, like one distracted,
Crying, have I quite lost my dear?
Where are you going, my own dear fair one,
Where are you going with all your charms,
Is there no gold, no friend can save you,
While you lie fainting in my arms?
Just then her sloe-black eyes she opened.
She said, my darling, you've come too late,
Prepare to meet me in old Zion,
There our love can be complete.
Then he picked up the bloody dagger,
He pierced it through his throbbing heart,
Said, let this be a dreadful warning,
To all true lovers never part.Funding for digitization provided by the Arkansas Humanities Council and the Happy Hollow Foundation
Dr. Duane M. Jackson, Morehouse College, July 2011
No full textThis video is a conversation with Dr. Duane M. Jackson. Dr. Jackson talks about his paper, "Recall and the Serial Position Effect: The Role of Primacy and Recency on Accounting Students' Performance." Jackie Daniel, AUC Woodruff Library, is the interviewer
"Reflections on the subject of Emigration from Europe with a view to Settlement in the United States" By M. Carey.
No full text"Reflections on the subject of Emigration from Europe with a view to Settlement in the United States: containing bried sketches of the moral and political character of those states.
By M. Carey, member of the American philosophical, and of the American Antiquarian Society, and author of The Olive Branch, Cindiciae Hibernicae, essays on banking, on political economy, and on internal improvement.
To which are now added the English editor's comments on the subject; together with Important Advice to Emigrants, and Cautions Against Impositions Practiced in the Outports
Washam, Wm. [William] M.
No full textSee entry in Coosa County, volume 1, page 4: https://digital.archives.alabama.gov/digital/collection/voter1867/id/88
In a little Knoxville town I used to live and dwell.
No full textvoiceColl. by
Mary Jo Davis
For M. C. Parler
Sung by Marie Washam and
J. R. Crymes
DeValls Bluff, Arkansas
June 13, 1954
Reel 191
Item 5
The Knoxville Girl
In a little Knoxville town I used to live and dwell.
And in that little Knoxville town I owned a flour mill,
I fell in love with a Knoxville girl with dark and rolling eyes,
She promised me she'd marry me, if her I'd never deny.
I called her at her sister's house at six o'clock one day,
I asked her take a walk with me, and name our wedding day,
We walked along, we talked along, 'til we came to level ground,
Then I picked up hedgewood stick and I knocked that fair girl down,
She fell upon her bending knees, 0 Lord have mercy, she cried,
Oh Willie, my dear, don't murdur me here, for I'm not prepared to die.
Never, never a word I said, I beat her more and more,
I beat her 'til the ground around stood in a bloody gore,
I took her by her yellow hair, and I swung her round and 'round,
I threw her in the still water deep, that flows through Knoxville town.
Along about six, they found her, the Knoxville girl was found,
Floating down the still water deep, that flows through Knoxville town,
Her sister swore my life away, she swore without a doubt,
She swore I was the very lad, that laid her sister out.
So now they're going to hang me, a death I hate to die,
They're going to hang me up so high, between the earth and sky.Funding for digitization provided by the Arkansas Humanities Council and the Happy Hollow Foundation
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