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Floyd Eddings ; Flo Eddings ; Flor Ednings; Boy that burned in the Berryville jail; Boy that burned at Berryville ; My name is Floyd Eddings, I'm the son of Old Doc

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  • معلومة اضافية
    • Contributors:
      Parler, Mary Celestia; Byer, Neil
    • بيانات النشر:
      University of Arkansas Libraries, Fayetteville
    • الموضوع:
      1954
    • Collection:
      University of Arkansas: Digital Collections
    • الموضوع:
      Timbo (Ark.); Stone County (Ark.); Arkansas; Charleston (Ark.); Green Forest (Ark.)
    • الموضوع:
      Stone County (Ark.); Charleston (Ark.)
    • نبذة مختصرة :
      voice ; Collected by Mary Celestia Parler; Transcribed by Neil Byer Jimmie Morris Timbo, Ark. November 5, 1954 Reel 213, Item 9 Floyd Eddings ("I'm going now to sing 'Floyd Eddings,' and as I understand this song, in 18 and 88 Floyd Eddings was put in jail for stealing a suit of clothes. He had a girl he wanted to go see and it seems he couldn't see her the way he looked, so he thought he'd dike up. And he stole a suit of clothes and they caught him and put him in jail, and the jail-house burned down. I believe in 1888, the way I heard it. I'm not quite that old. And my grandfather was teaching school in near where old Charleston was, or maybe at the place, during the 90's sometime, and when he came back, it's my under­standing that he brought this song back with him. Any­how, I heard him sing it.and the boys always used to sing this song when I was a kid when they would be riding horseback to dances. Oh, I think it was interesting to note that when I sung this song at Eureka Springs at the folk festival, Mr. Fred High, God bless his old heart, came round and told me that I had it wrong and that I ought to buy one of his books and learn it right.") My name is Floyd Eddings, I'm the son of Old Doc, It is true he disowns me But I'm one of his flock. I was needing some money And work was so low, So off to old Charleston A-robbing I go. Oh, they came and handcuffed me And took me to jail, No one to befriend me Or go on my bail. Oh, I sent for my father And I thought it was well, But he never came a-nigh me And I wished he's in hell. Reel 213, Item 9, con't. Oh, the jury found me guilty And the clerk wrote it down, So it's off to Green Forest To the jailhouse I'm bound. The jailhouse caught on fire And I hollered for help, But they never came a-nigh me Till the jailhouse burnt down. Oh, they dug in the ashes With my blood on their souls, All they found was my liver In a bed of hot coals. So before you go a-robbing Just remember the tale That was told of Floyd Eddings And the Green Forest jail. ; Funding for ...
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      application/pdf; audio/mp3
    • Relation:
      This item is available in the Hunter Collection ( http://maxhunter.missouristate.edu/ ).; This item is available in the Wolf Collection ( http://web.lyon.edu/wolfcollection/ ).; Ozark Folksong Collection; FolkProjectr213t9use; http://digitalcollections.uark.edu/cdm/ref/collection/OzarkFolkSong/id/3480
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    • الرقم المعرف:
      edsbas.5E04650C