Sung by: Mrs. W.N. Osborne
Recorded in Cord, AR, 8/21/57

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The wedding bells were ringing
On a moonlight winter night.
The church was decorated;
All within was gay and bright.
A mother with her baby came
And saw the lights aglow.
She thought of how those same bells chimed
For her three years ago.

"I'd like to be admitted, sir,"
She told the sexton old.
"It's just for baby's sake,
To protect him from the cold."
He told her that the wedding there
Was for the rich and grand,
That with the eager waiting crowd
Outside she'd have to stand.

"If anyone know reason why
This couple should not wed,
Speak now or hold your peace forever,"
Soon the preacher said.
"I must object," the woman cried,
Her voice so sweet and mild.
"The bridegroom is my husband, sir,
And this our little child."

"What proof have you?" the preacher said.
"My infant," she replied.
She raised her babe and knelt to pray;
The little one had died.
No wedding feast was spread that night;
Two graves were made next day,
One for the little baby,
And in one the father lay.

The parents of the bride then took
The outcast by the arm.
"We'll care for you through life," they said,
"You've saved our child from harm."

Also found in Randolph, Vol. IV, #766, "The Fatal Wedding"; Brown, Vol. II, #272, "The Fatal Wedding"; Belden, p. 141, "The Fatal Wedding."

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