The Convict And The Rose (MacEdward Leach)

Within my prison cell so dreary,
Alone I sit with aching heart;
And thinking of my lonely darling,
From her forever I must part.

The rose she gave me as a token,
She said 'twas just to light my gloom;
To let me know her heart was broken,
To cheer me ere I meet my doom.

She said, "I plucked it from the garden,
Where once we wandered side by side;
And now you hold no hope of pardon,
And I can never be your bride."

The judge he would not b'lieve my story,
The jury said I had to pay;
And to the rose in all its glory,
"Not guilty," is all I have to say.

Farewell, sweetheart, for in the morning,
I will meet my maker in repose;
And when I die at daylight's dawning,
Against my heart you'll find a rose.

####.... Variant of lyrics by Betty Chapin with music by Robert A King ©1925 by Shapiro, Bernstein & Co, Inc. First recorded in 1925 (Victor Record 19770) by Marion Try Slaughter, aka Vernon Dalhart of Jefferson, Texas [1883-1948] ....####

Collected in 1951 from Joseph A (Joe) Sutton [1894-?] of St Shott's, NL, and erroneously published as Prisoner Of Newfoundland in MacEdward Leach And The Songs Of Atlantic Canada © 2004 Memorial University of Newfoundland Folklore and Language Archive (MUNFLA).


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