She Died in Love- Mrs. Walters (NL) July 1959 Peacock
[Collected by Peacock, only third stanza is given from "She’s Like the Swallow": Folksong as Cultural Icon by Neil V. Rosenberg.
Mrs. Thomas Walters, "She Died in Love" Walters stanza was added to Aunt Charlotte Decker's 1959 version of She's like a Swallow. The remaining text of Walter's version is found on Songs of the Newfoundland Outports and Labrador/Chansons de Terre-Neuve et du Labrador: Mrs Thomas (Annie) Walters [1896-1986] of Rocky Harbour, NL, trk#3, 2003 CD, Canadian Museum of Civilization, Gatineau, Quebec. See also She Died In Love in Songs Of The Newfoundland Outports, Volume 3, pp. 705-706, by The National Museum Of Canada (1965).
R. Matteson 2017]
She Died in Love- From Kenneth Peacock, Songs of the Newfoundland Outports, volume 3, page 705. Sung by Mrs. Thomas Walters, Rocky Harbour, July 1959
1. There is an ale-house in this town
Where my love goes in and sits himself down,
He takes some strange girl on his knee,
And don't you think it's a grief to me.
2. A grief to me and I'll tell you why,
Because she has more gold than I,
But her gold will waste and silver fly,
There's a time she'll have no more than I.
3. When I carried my apron low
My love followed me through frost and snow,
But now my apron is to my chin,
My love passes by and won't call in.
4. Down in yon meadow I hear people say
There grows a flower so costly and gay,
If I could chance one of them to find
'Twould cure my heart and ease my mind.
5. Down in the valley this fair one did go
Picking those flowers so fast as they'd grow,
Some she plucked and more she pulled
Until she gathered her apron full.
6. She carried them home and she made a bed,
A stony pillow for her head,
She laid herself down and nevermore spoke
Because, poor girl, her heart was broke.
7. When she was dead and her corpse was cold
This sad news to her true love was told.
"I'm sorry for her, poor girl," said he,
"How could she be so fond of me?"
8. Dig her a grave wide, long, and deep,
A tombstone at her head and feet,
And on her breast lay a turtle-dove
So the world may know that she died in love.