Sung by: Mrs. Alice Isringhouse
Recorded in Holly Grove, AR 6/15/59

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Miss Dare, since I left the city,
I find that I've changed my mind.
Pray do not think me faithless,
Or treat me the least unkind.

I find that we're both are mistaken,
And that you will never suit me.
I've exchanged my love to another,
And hope that we friends will agree.

Send back the ring that I gave you,
And also my photo that's there,
And be so kind as to greet me
From that little flirt Nellie Dare.

Send back the locket I gave you,
Also my letters and books,
And swore, Miss Dare, we are strangers.
Respectfully, Old Charley Brooks.

I received your letter, dear Charley,
The last one you wrote to me.
I've read it over and over,
And hope that we friends will agree.

Whether you would be happy
With the pretty young heiress Miss Gray;
I've heard all about it, dear Charley,
And thought it would end this way.

And here is your ring, dear Charley.
Please don't give it away
Unless you tell it was once mine.
I've worn it one year today.

One year ago today, love,
Was a bright happy one for us both,
When you promised never forsake me,
But I found you've been false to your oath.

And here is your photo, dear Charley;
It's almost faded away.
I kissed it over and over,
But perhaps you'll not tell Miss Gray.

And here are your letters, dear Charley.
I've burned some up as they came.
I hope, without reading them over,
You'll commit them at once to the flame.

You do not need them, dear Charley,
To remind you of words untrue;
But as you require them of me,
I'll return them at once to you.

And now I must say goodbye, love--
My letter is near an end--
But always, always remember
That I'm your affectionate friend.

Also found in Randolph, Vol. IV, #735, "Charley Brooks."

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