Sung by: Uncle John J. Ballantine
Recorded in Fifty Six, AR, 7/18/53

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Oh, come, come with me to the old church yard;
I well know the path through the soft green sward.
Friends slumber there we were wont to regard,
And we'll trace out their names in the old church yard.
Oh, were I at rest beneath yon tree!
Why should you weep, dear friends, for me?
I am wayworn and sad; oh, why then retard
For the rest that I seek in the old church yard.

(Mr. Ballantine: "Now, listen, brother, I'll have to . . . I'll just have to study some of that out. I've forgot that . . .")

Also found in Randolph, Vol. IV, #620, "The Old Church Yard."

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