Sung by: Almeda Riddle
Recorded in Miller, AR 9/10/60

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The moon shone bright one evening;
There softly fell on dew.
Up to a lonely cottage
A jealous lover drew.

Said he to fair Floella,
"Won't you come walk with me?
We'll walk and talk together
And name our wedding day."

Together they did wander,
The woodland trails did roam.
At last she said, "I'm weary.
Please, Edward, take me home."

"Floella, I must leave you.
You can never be my wife.
No other man shall hold you,
For here I'll take your life."

Down at his feet a-kneeling,
She humbly begged for life.
Into that fair young bosom
He plunged the fatal knife.

"Oh, Edward, I'll forgive you,
Though it be with my last breath.
I never would deceive thee;
Now my eyelids close in death."

Down in that lonely valley
Where the sweet wild violets bloom,
There sleeps the sweet Floella
So quietly amid the blooms.

We know not what she suffered,
Nor how that she did moan.
We know those words were uttered,
"Please, Edward, take me home."

Also found in Randolph, Vol. II, #138, "The Jealous Lover"; Brown, Vol. II, #250, "Florella"; Belden, p. 324, "Florella."

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