It's wrought of me the time draws near When you and I must part;

voiceCollected by Max Hunter (H-11) For Mary C. Parler Sung by Mrs. Laura McDonald Springdale, Arkansas Transcribed by Frances Majors July, 1958 Reel 253-54, Item 20 The Charming Beauty Bright It's wrought of me the time draws near When you and I must part; It's little did you think or know The grief for my poor heart. Why do I suffer for your sake? 'Tis you I love so dear; I wish that you was going with me, I also could stay here. Your cheeks are of the rosy red, Your lips like ruby pearls. There is no fault within my love, That model I conceal. Your company, my dearest dear, So charming sweet to me. It makes me think when you're away That every day makes three. That every day makes three, my dear, That every hour makes ten; It makes me weep when I should sleep, And say I've lost a friend. I wish my breast was made of glass, Wherein you might behold Your name is written on my heart With letters lined in gold. When I'm for miles and miles away On some poor distant shore, Among the rocks and mountains, where Wild beasts may howl and roar. The eagle and the blackbird whirl, And little sparrow, too; What would I give to this old world If I was but married to you?Funding for digitization provided by the Arkansas Humanities Council and the Happy Hollow Foundation