Cat. #0901 (MFH #402) - As sung by Ollie Gilbert, Mountain View, Arkansas on September 16, 1969
VERSE 1
He lit upon a milk white steed
And off th dapple gray
He rode till he came to a yonders town
Th people was mourning all 'round, all 'round
Th people was mourning all around
VERSE 2
I asked a stranger, who was dead in town
Who was dead in town, said he
I do not know, but I do believe
They call her lovin' Molly, Molly
They call her lovin' Molly Bell
VERSE 3
Go open th coffin, Lord Lover, said he
Go open th coffin for me
An' let me kiss her cold, cold lips
That's colder than any clay, any clay
That's colder than any clay
VERSE 4
Go dig my grave, Lord Lover, said he
Go dig my grave for me
I'll bid this wold ten thousand 'dieus
An' I'll go with my lovin' Molly, Molly
An' I'll go with my lovin' Molly