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Posted By: Stewie
14-Nov-00 - 02:21 AM
Thread Name: Penguin: George Collins
Malcolm, unfortunately I am unable to post tunes.

The Harrell version is a 'one-off' in old-time music recordings only in using 'The Dying Hobo' title. Several recordings were made under the title of 'George Collins'. Here are a couple of examples. The first is from Roy Harvey from West Virginia, one-time guitarist with Charlie Poole and the second is from Howard and Dorsey Dixon who worked all their lives in textile mills in the Carolinas. These and Harrell's are not dissimilar from the one you linked in the Max Hunter collection.


George Collins drove home one cold winter night
George Collins drove home so fine
George Collins drove home one cold winter night
Was taken sick and died

His little sweet Nell in yonders hall
Sat sewing her silk so fine
But when she heard that George was dead
She laid her silk aside

Set down the coffin, take off the lid
Lay back the linen so fine
And let me kiss his cold pale cheek
For I know he'll never kiss mine

Oh daughter, oh daughter why do you weep
There's more young men than one
Oh mother, oh mother, George has my heart
His day on earth is done

Look up and down that lonesome road
Hang down your head and cry
The best of friends is bound to part
And why not you and I

Don't you see that lonesome dove
That's flying from pine to pine
He's mourning for his own true love
Just like I mourn for mine

Source: transcription from Roy Harvey & The North Carolina Ramblers 'George Collins' Br 250, recorded 16 February 1928 in Ashland, Kentucky. Reissued on CD on Roy Harvey 'Complete Recorded Works Vol 2 (1928-1929)' Document DOCD-8051 and also on Various Artists 'The Rose Grew Round the Briar: Early American Love Songs Vol 2' Yazoo 2031.


George Collins rode out on a winter night
He rode through the snow so wide
And when George Collins returned back home
He was taken sick and died

His little Mamie was in her room
Sewing on her wedding gown
But when she heard that George was dead
She threw all her sewing down

She sobbed and sighed, she mourned and cried
As she entered in the chambry of death
Oh George, oh George you're all my heart
Now I have nothing left

Open up his coffin, push back the lid
Undo those sheets so fine
And let me kiss his cold, cold lips
For I'm sure they'll never kiss mine

She lingered there near his body all night
Then she parted to the grave
And when those cold, cold clods was heard
Oh how little Mamie did rave

Oh Mamie, oh Mamie, don't weep, don't mourn
There's other young men as kind
Yes, mother, I know there's other young men
But no one can never be mine

Now don't you see that little dove
He's flying from pine to pine
He's mourning for his own true love
So please let me mourn for mine

The golden sun sinking in the west
Just at the close of day
And there in his last place of rest
They laid her George away

Source: transcribed from Dixon Brothers 'The Story of George Collins' Montgomery Ward MW M7580, recorded at Rock Hill, South Carolina on 25 September 1938. Reissued on CD on Dixon Brothers 'Complete Recorded Works Vol 4 (1938)' Document DOCD-8049.