The Jealous Lover

Down in the lonesome meadow where the violets bloom and fade,
There sleeps my blue-eyed Ellen, son lonesome in her grave.
She died not broken hearted, nor from diseases fell,
But in one instant parted from the home she knew so well.

Last night the moon shown brightly; the stars were shining, too.
Up to her lonesome cottage, the jealous lover drew,
Sayin’, “Ellen, let’s take a ramble and o’re the meadows stray
To murmur and to ponder and to plan our wedding day.

Down on this field I have you, you have no wings to fly.
No mortal arms can save you; sweet Ellen, you must die!
Down on her knees before him, she pleaded for her life,
But in her snow white bosom, he plunged the fatal knife.

Your parents must forgive me for the crime I have done.
I’ll go to some far country; I’ll never more return.
“I never have deceived you,” came from her dying breath.
“I never have deceived you,” and she closed here eyes in death.

Down in the lonesome meadow where the violets bloom and fade,
There sleeps my blue-eyed Ellen, son lonesome in her grave.
She died not broken hearted, nor from diseases fell,
But in one instant parted from the home she knew so well.

What’s This?

Folk Songs You Never Sang in Grade School is one folk musician's effort to document, honor and share a collection of folk songs I love and my personal history with them through research, essays, and performance. Read the essays here and watch this site for future performances.

What’s New?

Tara McGovern and I, joined by uilleann piper Jon Cooper, have completed the album version of Folk Songs You Never Sang in Grade School. Our CD release party is scheduled for July 8, 2017, at Uptown Bill's Coffee House, 730 S. Dubuque St., Iowa City. The show starts at 7:00 p.m. For a taste of the CD listen to "Let No Man Steal Your Thyme" and "I Ride an Old Paint" with "Midnight on the Water."

I Ride an Old Paint/Midnight on the Water
Let No Man Steal Your Thyme