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Ballads and Songs
"The Little Dove." Obtained from Mrs. Helen Tufts Bailie, 22 De Wolfe Street, Cambridge, Massachusetts, who had it from John Oliver, Cade's Cove, Blount County, Tennessee, April 10,1931.
1. One day while in a lonesome grove Sat o'er my head a little dove;
For her lost mate began to coo Which made me think of my mate too.
2. Ah I little dove, you're not alone, For I like you can only mourn.
I once like you did have a mate But now like you am desolate.
3. Consumption seized my love severe And preyed upon her one long year Till death came at the break of day And my poor Mary he did slay.
4. Her sparkling eyes and her blooming cheeks Withered like the rose and died.
The arms that once embraced me round Lie mouldering under the cold ground.
5. But death, grim death, did not stop here; I had one child to me most dear;
He like a vulture came again And took from me my little Jane.
6. But, bless the Lord, his word is given, Declaring babes are heirs of heaven. Then cease my heart to mourn for Jane Since my small loss is her great gain.
7.1 have a hope that cheers my breast: To think my love has gone to rest; For while her dying tongue could move, She praised the Lord for pardoning love.
8. Shout on, ye heavenly powers above, While I this lonesome desert rove; My Master's work will soon be done And then I'll join you in your song.