American Ballads and Songs

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Her father loved to see her dressed
Like any city belle; She was the only child he had
And he loved his daughter well.
On New Year's eve as the sun went down,
Far looked her wistful eye Out from the frosty window pane
As the merry sleighs passed by.
In the village fifteen miles away,
"Was to be a ball that night, And though the air was piercing cold
Her heart beat warm and light.
How brightly beams her laughing eye, As a well-known voice she hears;
And driving up to the cottage door Young Charles and his sleigh appears.
"O daughter dear," her mother said,
"This blanket round you fold; It is a dreadful night without,
You'll catch your death of cold."
"0 no, 0 no!" young Charlotte cried, And she laughed like a gypsy queen;
"To ride in blankets muffled up, I never will be seen.

E-Book - An Annotated Compendium of Old Time American Songs by James Alverson III