Jealous Brothers/Late One Evening- Sutterfield (AR) c.1918 Wolf A
[The first recording is from The John Quincy Wolf Folklore Collection; Lyon College, Batesville, Arkansas. A brief interview follows. Sutterfield was also recorded April 15, 1962, in Marshall, Arkansas, by Judith and Leo McCulloh. A transcription of that recording titled, "Late One Evening" follows at the bottom of this page. Their bio follows the brief interview.
R. Matteson 2016]
[Dr. Wolf: "That's a really good one. That is a good one. Where'd you learn that?"
Mr. Sutterfield: "I learnt that from Isaac Jackson, back about 45 years ago."
Dr. Wolf: "Over around Harriet?"
Mr. Sutterfield: "Yeah, over around Harriet. He lived right there, close to Harriet.]
Barry Sutterfield was born in 1891 on Big Creek in north central Arkansas and has lived all his life in that area. His great-great-grandfather, Peter Moore Sutterfield, was born, raised, and married in England and came to the United States early in the eighteenth century. Barry's great-grandfather was born in South Carolina, and the family settled first in Alabama and then in Tennessee before moving to Arkansas. Uncle Barry is known in his community as a singer, though none of his singing has ever been issued on records before.
JEALOUS BROTHERS- Sung by: Mr. and Mrs. Berry Sutterfield. Recorded in Marshall, AR 6/14/63.
Listen: http://web.lyon.edu/wolfcollection/songs/sutterfieldjealous1273.mp3
Late one evening, a couple sat talking,
Two brothers listening to what was said,
Saying, "This courtship must now be ended,
And lay this young man in his grave."
They rose up so early next morning,
And off for hunting they did go,
Insisting upon this young man a-going,
So he went along with them.
They rode those hills and the mountains over,
And over a many of a path unknown.
They rode 'til they came to the lonesome valley,
And there they killed him dead and gone[1].
Late that evening, as they were returning,
Heard their sister inquiring of her own true love,
Saying, "He got lost in a game of hunting,"
And there was said no more of him.
She went to bed, then dreamed of her lover,
A-coming to her bedside alone,
Saying, "They have kilt me and treated me cruel.
They've wallowed me in a gore of blood."
She rose up so early next morning,
And dressed herself in her silk so fine,
Saying, "I'll ride those hills and the mountains over,
Or seek the lost of my own true love."
She rode those hills and the mountains over,
And over a many of a path unknown.
She rode 'til she came to the lonesome valley,
And there she found him dead alone.
His beautiful cheeks were almost faded;
His lips as soft[2] as any bride.
She turned him over, over and over,
Saying, "Darling, you're a friend of mine."
Late that evening, as she were returning,
Her brother inquiring, "Where have you been?"
Saying, "Keep your seat, you deceitful rascals;
Together both of you shall hang."
1. usually "alone"
2. Usually "salt as any brine"
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Late One Evening - Barry Sutterfield, vocal. Recorded April 15, 1962, in Marshall, Arkansas, by Judith and Leo McCulloh. Archives of Traditional Music, Indiana University.
Late one evening a couple set talkin',
Two brothers listenin' to what was said,
Saying, "This courtship must now be ended,
And lay this young man in his grave."
They rose up so early next mornin',
And off for a-hunting they did go;
Insisted upon this young man a-goin',
So he went along with them.
They rode those hills and the mountains over
And over a many of a path unknown.
They rode till they came to the lonesome valley,
And there they killed him dead and gone.
A-late that evening as they were turning,
Their sister inquiring of her own true love,
Saying he'd got lost in a game of huntin',
And there were said no more of him.
She went to bed and dreamed of her lover
A-comin' to her bedside alone,
Sayin', "They have killed me and treated me cruel,
They've wallowed me in a gore of blood."
She rose up so early next mornin'
And dressed herself in her silk so fine,
Sayin', "I'll ride those hills and the mountains over
Or seek that lost of my own true love."
She rode those hills and the mountains over
And over a many of a path unknown.
She rode till she came to the lonesome valley,
And there she found him dead and gone.
His beautiful cheeks were almost faded,
His lips as soft as any bride's.
She turned him over and over,
Sayin', "Darlin', you're friend of mine."
A-late that evenin' as she were returnin',
Her brothers inquiring, "Where have you been?"
Saying, "Keep your seat, you fasiscal [deceitful] rascals,
Together both of you shall hang."