A friend of mine found a bunch of old letters, deed records. etc. and let me look at some of it and I found the following Song Lyrics. I believe they were from around 1909 as most of the records are from that era. Guess writing song lyrics was a pretty big past time during the late 1800s and early 1900s. Am writing as it is written and spelled. Song Ballid Gambled on the Sabith Day 1. Oh who can tell a mothers thougs. When to her the news was brought, that her dear son had bin caught. And to the Prison he was brought. 2. This mother Sixty years of age with the counsel is ingaged to see if something could be don to Save her boy her only son. 3. But nothing could the counsel do the witness was all to true. The proof was all to plain. For him to ever be free a gane. 4. Oh. Gray haired mother fare you well I am sinking downward for to dwell from your advice I straid Awaintag and gambled on the sabith day. 5. Oh darling sister fare you well with the condemned I am to dwell My sole is filed with minerl hell So darling sister fare you well 6. Oh yonder stands my little wife She will greave for me all throw Her life but from her side I straid Away and gambled on the sabith Day. 7. Oh wife come lay your head rite here. That I may see your falling teares. The time has come for me to die but it breaks my heart to see you cry. 8. The cruel men will take my life take me from you my darling wife. I leave with you one presious boy and that is our darling babby boy 9. Teach him wife how to do how to bow to love and care for you and never from your side to stray while am moldering in the clay. 10. Teach him wife to remember me on earth or any where he may be teach him at night to kneel and pray that we may meet agane someday. 11. Now let the last thing be this take from you boat a fare well kiss the time has come for me to die. Now to all I say good by. 12. The Sheriff cut the tender cord. The sole has gone to meet it God the spirit from the body fleed the docktor cryes the rach is dead. A. T. Atkins to Mrs. Angie (or Annie) Page

That is so neat!!!  Thanks Roe!!!   I dearly love old ballads.  Barbara Allen is my favorite! Jan   Order my new novel from Hearts on Fire books!  DREAM PAINTER is a time travel romance.  Check it out at: http://www.heartsonfirebooks.com/downloa ds.aspx?categoryid=26   Author website: http://jan-edmonds.com/   ________________________________ From: "roe.lane@mchsi.com" <roe.lane@mchsi.com> To: TNSTEWAR-L <TNSTEWAR-L@rootsweb.com> Sent: Fri, October 9, 2009 6:07:36 PM Subject: [TNSTEWAR] Early 1900 song lyrics. From A. T. Atkins to Mrs. Angie (Annie) Page. A friend of mine found a bunch of old letters, deed records. etc. and let me look at some of it and I found the following Song Lyrics. I believe they were from around 1909 as most of the records are from that era. Guess writing song lyrics was a pretty big past time during the late 1800s and early 1900s. Am writing as it is written and spelled.                                                                       Song Ballid                                                               Gambled on the Sabith Day 1. Oh who can tell a mothers thougs. When to her the news was brought, that her dear son had bin caught. And to the Prison he was brought. 2. This mother Sixty years of age with the counsel is ingaged to see if something could be don to Save her boy her only son. 3. But nothing could the counsel do the witness was all to true. The proof was all to plain. For him to ever be free a gane. 4. Oh. Gray haired mother fare you well I am sinking downward for to dwell from your advice I straid Awaintag and gambled on the sabith day. 5. Oh darling sister fare you well with the condemned I am to dwell My sole is filed with minerl hell So darling sister fare you well 6. Oh yonder stands my little wife She will greave for me all throw Her life but from her side I straid Away and gambled on the sabith Day. 7. Oh wife come lay your head rite here. That I may see your falling teares. The time has come for me to die but it breaks my heart to see you cry. 8. The cruel men will take my life take me from you my darling wife. I leave with you one presious boy and that is our darling babby boy 9. Teach him wife how to do how to bow to love and care for you and never from your side to stray while am moldering in the clay. 10. Teach him wife to remember me on earth or any where he may be teach him at night to kneel and pray that we may meet agane someday. 11. Now let the last thing be this take from you boat a fare well kiss the time has come for me to die. Now to all I say good by. 12. The Sheriff cut the tender cord. The sole has gone to meet it God the spirit from the body fleed the docktor cryes the rach is dead. A. T. Atkins to Mrs. Angie (or Annie) Page ------------------------------- To unsubscribe from the list, please send an email to TNSTEWAR-request@rootsweb.com with the word 'unsubscribe' without the quotes in the subject and the body of the message