Jim Gayley

VERSE 1
Jim Gayley rode home on a cold winter night
Jim Gayley rode home so fine
Jim Gayley rode home on a cold winter night
He taken sick an' died

VERSE 2
A maid on yonders wall
Sewing her silk so fine
And when she heard Jim Gayley was dead
She threw her silk a side

VERSE 3
She followed him up, she followed him down
She followed him to his grave
There on her bending knees
She wept, she mourned, she prayed

VERSE 4
Lift up th casket, lean back th lid
Lean back th lid so fine
That I may kiss his cold pale lips
For I know that he'll never kiss mine

VERSE 5
Now, when you see a dove
Hopping from vine to vine
He's mourning for his lover
Just as I mourn for mine

OTHER COLLECTIONS:
Child: 85 Lady Alice
Randolph: I-22 George Collins
Brown: II-28 Lady Alice