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Brewster: Ballads and So7igs of Indiana 251
10. "Here's adieu to my parents;
To all my friends adieu. And all my love to Edward,
And may all my words come true."
11. Now in that lonely valley
Where the weeping willows wave, Florella lies forgotten
All in her lonely grave.
"Florella." Contributed by Mrs. Mount Wood, of Selvin, Indiana. Warrick County. Learned from her mother, Mrs. Elizabeth Rust. July 11, 1935.
1. Deep, deep in yonder valley
Where the flowers fade and bloom There lies our own Florella
In the cold and silent tomb. She died not broken-hearted,
Nor from long illness fell, But suddenly departed
From a home she loved so well.
2. Close to her bedroom window
Her treacherous lover drew, Saying, "Come, my own Florella,
Let's to the meadow go. Let's go into the meadow,
Among the new-mown hay, And there we'll chat together
And name our wedding day."
3. " 'T was for your sake, dear Edward,
That I have strayed away ; And of rambling Fve grown weary,
And would retrace my way." "Retrace your way? No, never! From me you cannot fly; I have you in these woods now; Florella, thou must die!"