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Broadside ballad entitled 'Kitty Wells'




This Popular Song can always be had at the Poet's For,

You ask what makes this darkie weep,
Why he like othsrs was not gay,
What makes the tears flow down his cheek
From early morn till close of day.
My story, white folks, you shall hear,
For in my memory it fresh does bwell.
It will make you all shed a tear
O'er the grave of my own sweet Kitty Wells.


When the birds were singing in the morning,
The myrtle and the ivy were in bloom,
And the sun o'er the hill was dawning,
It was there where I laid her in the tomb

I never shall forget the time
When we together roamed the dells,
I kissed her cheeks, and named the day
That I should marry Kitty Wells.
But death came to my cabin door
And stole from me my joy and pride,
And when I found she was no more,
I laid my banjo gently down and cried.

Oft-times I wish that I was dead,
And laid beside her in the tomb,
The sorrow that new bows down my heart
Would be silent in the midnight gloom.
The spring time hath no chaams for me,
Nor the flowers blooming in the dells,
But there's a ferm I no more shall see,
Tis form of my own sweet Kitty Wells.

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Probable period of publication: 1880-1900   shelfmark: L.C.Fol.70(110b)
Broadside ballad entitled 'Kitty Wells'
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