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Lyrics for Young Charlotte Frozen Girl by Unknown:
| | | Artist: | Unknown |
| | Album: | Unknown | | Track: | Young Charlotte Frozen Girl | | | | Date Added: | 18/10/2007 | | Views: | 178 | | | | Lyrics: | YOUNG CHARLOTTE (FROZEN GIRL)
Young Charlotte lived by the mountainside
in a cold
and dreary spot
No other dwelling for miles around, except her father's cot
And yet, on
many a winter's eve, young swains would gather there
For her father kept a social board and she
was very fair
Her father loved to see her dressed prim as a city belle
She was the
only child he had and he loved his daughter well
In a village some fifteen miles off there's a
merry ball tonight
Though the driving wind is cold as death
their hearts were free and
light
And yet how beams those sparkling eyes
as the well-known sound she hears
And
dashing up to her father's door,
young Charles and his sleigh appears
"Oh, daughter
dear," her mother says, "
those blankets round you fold
For it is a dreadful night to
ride
and you'll catch your death of cold"
"Oh nay, oh nay," young Charlotte
said,
and she laughed like a gypsy queen
"To ride with blankets muffled up one never
would be seen"
Her gloves and bonnet being on, she stepped into the sleigh
And away they
rode by the mountain side
and it's o'er the hills and away
There's music in those merry
bells as o'er the hills we go
What a creaking noise those runners make
as they strike
the frozen snow
And muffled faces silent are as the first five miles are passed
When
Charles with few and shivering words
the silence broke at last
"What a dreadful
night it is to ride. My lines I scarce can hold"
When she replied in a feeble voice, "I am
extremely cold"
Charles cracked his whip and urged his team
far faster than
before
Until at length five other miles in silence were passed o'er
"Charlotte, how
fast the freezing ice is gathering on my brow"
When she replied in a feeble voice, "I'm getting
warmer now"
And away they ride by the mountain side
beneath the cold
starlight
Until at length the village inn and the ballroom are in sight
When they drove
up, Charles he got out and offered her his hand
"Why sit you there like a monument that hath no
power to stand?"
He asked her once, he asked her twice
but she answered not a
word
He offered her his hand again, but still she never stirred
He took her hand
into his own, twas cold as any stone
He tore the veil from off her face
and the cold
stars on her shone
And quick into the lighted hall her lifeless form he bore
Fair
Charlotte was a frozen corpse
and a word she ne'er spoke more
He took her back into the
sleigh and quickly hurried home
And when he came to her father's door
oh how her parents
moaned
They mourned the loss of their daughter dear
while Charles wept o'er their
gloom
Until at length, Charles died of grief
and they both lay in one
tomb
@death @weather @ballad @vanity @clothes @tearjerker
sung by Margaret
MacArthur
printed in Folk Songs Out of Wisconsin
may be based on an incident in February
1840
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