Songcatcher Page #8

Are you Cyrus Whittle?

Yes, I am.

Who are you?

I'm Lily Penleric.

Lily Penleric?

How remarkable.

I was just on my way

to meet you.

Whittle:
Didn't you get

Prof. Aldrich's letter?

Lily:
Yes. I did,

but I didn't realize

you were coming

immediately.

The work is urgent.

Your discovery is too great.

The collection must be

moved forward

as expeditiously as possible.

That's why I'm here in the hopes

of being able to assist you.

Assisting me?

I told Aldrich

to ask your permission.

I made myself

quite clear to the dean.

I am only here to facilitate

and cooperate

in the completion

of the collection

of this vast body of songs.

There is no collection

be yond the 10 songs

that I sent Prof. Aldrich.

What?

All this time, you mean...

- It was destroyed in a fire.

- Oh, I can't bear it.

I'm afraid so, along with

my phonograph recordings.

Oh, my Lord.

Phonograph, you say?

You know, I had no idea

it was feasible to lug

a phonograph

into the wilderness.

It isn't.

Well, then in that case

it's very fortuitous

that I'm here, isn't it?

We can start again,

you and I!

Thank you, Prof. Whittle,

but I'm afraid I have

other plans.

What on earth could be

more important

than this collection

of songs?

Lily:
I bequeath the collection

of the mountain ballads to you.

- To me?

- Mm-hm.

How am I going to work

without you?

Well, when you get

to Bear Creek

ask for Viney Butler.

Tell Viney, that Tom, Lily

and Deladis said

you are a very nice man,

and she should help you.

- Who? Deladis?

- Deladis.

Lily:
Viney Butler.

She knows dozens of songs.

She will help you.

Fare thee well, professor,

but I must assure you

I intend to publish these songs

under both our names...

yours first, of course.

It's Penleric.

That's one "N"

and no "K."

(music) T'was in the merry

month of May (music)

(music) When all gay flowers

were blooming (music)

(music) Sweet William (music)

(music) In his death bed lay (music)

(music) For the love

of Barbara Allen (music)

(music) He sent his servant

to the town (music)

(music) To the place

where she was dwelling (music)

(music) Said, "You must come

to my master's house (music)

(music) If your name

be Barbara Allen (music)

(music) So slowly, slowly

she gets up (music)

(music) And to his bedside going (music)

(music) She drew the curtains

to one side (music)

(music) and says, "Young man,

you're dying" (music)

(music) "I know I'm sick,

and very sick (music)

(music) And sorrow dwells

within me (music)

(music) No better, no better

I never will be (music)

(music) Till I have

Barbara Allen (music)

(music) " Don't you remember

last Saturday night (music)

(music) When I was at the tavern? (music)

(music) You gave your drinks

to the ladies all (music)

(music) But you slighted

Barbara Allen" (music)

(music) He reached up

his pale white hands (music)

(music) Intending for to touch her (music)

(music) She turned away

from his bedside (music)

(music) And says, "Young man,

I won't have you (music)

(music) He turned his cheek

unto the wall (music)

(music) And bursted out a-cryin' (music)

(music) Adieu, to thee,

adieu to all (music)

(music) And adieu

to Barbara Allen (music)

(music) She had not more

than reached the town (music)

(music) She heard the death-bells ringin' (music)

(music) And as they rung,

they seemed to say (music)

(music) "Hard-hearted Barbara Allen" (music)

(music) O mother, O mother,

go make my bed (music)

(music) Make it both long and narrow (music)

(music) Sweet William died

for me today (music)

(music) I'll die for him tomorrow (music)

(music) Sweet William was buried

in the old churchyard (music)

(music) And Barbara they laid nigh him (music)

(music) And out of his grave

grew a red, red rose (music)

(music) And out of hers, a briar (music)

(music) they grew and grew

to the old church gate (music)

(music) Where they could grow no higher (music)

(music) And there they tied

in a true love knot (music)

(music) The Rose wrapped

'round the briar. (music)

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