Uploaded July 2025 | Updated September 2026, 19 hours ago
Died for Love / Once I Wore My Apron Low / Love Has Brought Me to Despair (Roud No. 60) - Sung by Dellie Norton of Sodom Laurel, Madison County, North Carolina. From the documentary "The End of an Old Song" (1969) about the ballad singer Dillard Chandler and the mountain people of North Carolina. Filmed and recorded by John Cohen in 1967.
The complete movie can be watched here:
folkstreams.net/films/end-of-an-old-song
I extracted the songs and used my knowledge on video editing to share them on Youtube in the highest possible quality, I used manual video upscaling (no AI was used!) for this, to further document variants of traditional ballads and songs which has been my hobby for many years. I claim no ownership of the video, all the rights belong with John Cohen.
Song transcription:
When my apron it hung low,
He followed me through frost and snow.
But now my apron's to my knee,
He'll pass me by, and he won't come in.
It's some folks says there's a flower you can find
Will cure false love and ease your mind.
And outten these flowers I made my bed.
And outten these leaves a pillow for my head.
Yes, I gathered red and I gathered blue
Until I got my apron full.
But little did I think what love would do.
Died for Love / Once I Wore My Apron Low / Love Has Brought Me to Despair (Roud No. 60) - Sung by Dellie Norton of Sodom Laurel, Madison County, North Carolina. From the documentary "The End of an Old Song" (1969) about the ballad singer Dillard Chandler and the mountain people of North Carolina. Filmed and recorded by John Cohen in 1967.
The complete movie can be watched here:
folkstreams.net/films/end-of-an-old-song
I extracted the songs and used my knowledge on video editing to share them on Youtube in the highest possible quality, I used manual video upscaling (no AI was used!) for this, to further document variants of traditional ballads and songs which has been my hobby for many years. I claim no ownership of the video, all the rights belong with John Cohen.
Song transcription:
When my apron it hung low,
He followed me through frost and snow.
But now my apron's to my knee,
He'll pass me by, and he won't come in.
It's some folks says there's a flower you can find
Will cure false love and ease your mind.
And outten these flowers I made my bed.
And outten these leaves a pillow for my head.
Yes, I gathered red and I gathered blue
Until I got my apron full.
But little did I think what love would do.



![Willies Fatal Visit (Child 255) - Ellen Mitchell
Willies Ghost / Willies Fate / Willies Fatal Visit (Child No. 255) - Sung by Ellen Mitchell on Have a Drop Mair (2015) MTCD315-6. Learned from the singing of Lizzie Higgins of Aberdeen, Aberdeenshire, Scotland who had it from her mother, the famous Scottish traditional singer Jeannie Robertson.
Note by Kevin W.:
The tune is shared with Jeannie Robertsons version of Clydes Water (Child 216) and Jeannie remarked on a similar stanza in both ballads:
Willies gaen ower yon high, high hill
And doon yon dowie den,
And the clatterin o the Clydes waters
Would fear ten thousand men.
This is another ballad that was sung only by Scottish Travellers, Margaret (Maggie) Stewart of Banchory, Kincardineshire also sang it according to Jeannies nephew Stanley Robertson.
The first half of the song which by itself is a version of The Grey Cock (Child 248) can be heard here in a wax cylinder recording made by Dr. James Madison Carpenter in the 1930s:
https://youtu.be/pwKZDOSAcOE
Jeannies lyrics follow seamlessly after the Carpenter recording ends.
Liner Notes by Rod Stradling and Ellen Mitchell:
Ellen: Again from Lizzie [Higgins], and I know her mother sang it too. Lizzie said this was based on a true story of a slighted girl who dies in childbirth. Her dead baby could be buried in consecrated ground but she was buried outside the churchyard, with rather terrifying results for William.
Although this ballad was published in three Scots song books, and in Child, it doesn’t appear to have had a broadside printing, and the only named sources within the oral tradition have been Jeannie Robertson and her daughter Lizzie Higgins.
Song transcription:
Oh Willie’s gaed ower yon high high hill,
And doon yon dowie den.
It was there he spied a grievious ghost
Would a feared a thousand men.
Willie’s gaed ower yon high, high hill
And doon by Mary’s Stile,
Wan and weary was the ghost
That on him grimly smiled.
“Aft hae ye travelled this road, Willie,
Your new love for to see,
Aft hae ye travelled this road, Willie,
Wi ne’er a thought for me.
“Aft hae ye travelled this road, Willie,
Your bonny new love to see,
Wi ne’er a thought for your poor soul
When your sinful life is done.
“Aft hae ye travelled this road, Willie,
Your new love for to see,
But you’ll never travel this road again,
For tonight avenged I’ll be.”
And she has ta’en her perjured love
An she’s rieved him frae gare tae gare,
And on ilka side o’ Mary’s Stile
O him she’s left a share.
His faither and mither they both mak main
And his new love muckle mare,
His faither and mother they both mak main
And his new love rieves her hair.
Here is the full Carpenter text for comparison:
Saa ye my faether? or saa ye my maether?
Or saa ye my truelove, John?
I never saa yer maether, nor yet saa yer faether,
But I saa yer truelove, John.
Wis John rinnin? or wis John comin?
Or wis John gaein hame?
John wis rinnin fast, love, an Johnll be here at last.
An he rattled at the gate, love, sae fine,
Up the lassie raise, an she pit on her claes,
An shes clasped him in her airms again,
Crying, O if it were but as lang, fie day
As sin eever the warld began!
Ye my bonie cockie, an O my pretty cockie
That cries i the morning sae shoon,
O if it were but as lang, fie day
As sin eever the warld began!
(The cylinder recording ends here)
Hes mounted on his white milk steg,
An hes awa ridin hame;
An what stid up by yon kirk stile
But a ghost on the side o the road.
Often ye hae roden this road, Willie,
An over me yeve gane;
An often ye hae trodden this road, Willie,
But yell never trod them again.
Shes taen Willie, torn him fae ear tee ear,
Cut him fae gair tee gair;
In a the four corners o the churchyaird
An bits o Sweet Willie lie there. Willies Fatal Visit (Child 255) - Ellen Mitchell](https://i.ytimg.com/vi/cCjpP7iqI58/mqdefault.jpg)

![Young Emily / Edwin in the Lowlands Low (Roud 182) (1974) - Betty Smith Sings A Traditional Ballad
Young Emily / Young Emma / Edmund in the Lowlands Low / Young Edwin / Young Edward / The Drover Boy / The Driver Boy (Roud No. 182) - Performed by Betty Smith at a folk concert in Madison County, North Carolina on August 11, 1974.
I used my knowledge on video editing to share the film on Youtube in the highest possible quality, I used manual video upscaling (no AI was used!) for this, to further document variants of traditional ballads and songs which has been my hobby for many years. I claim no ownership of the video, all the rights belong with Berea College and the original creators of the material.
Note by Kevin W.:
This is such a beautiful, dreamlike performance. Betty learned this song from Obray Ramsay of Madison County, North Carolina.
Obray Ramsay was a traditional banjo player and singer with a wonderful, gentle style and a lot of fine songs. He was the brother of old-time music instrumentalist Byard Ray. Sadly I could never find a recording of Obray singing Young Emily, I wouldve loved to hear it.
Listeners with a keen ear for ballads may recognise this tune as one of the widespread old ballad tunes thats been used for many traditional ballads and songs all over the English speaking world.
From the top of my head:
The Douglas Tragedy (Child 7)
Tam Lin (Child 39)
Thomas the Rhymer (Child 37)
The Kings Dochter Lady Jean (Child 52)
Let No Man Steal Your Thyme (Roud 3)
Lady Isabel and the Elf-Knight (Child 4)
Edmund in the Lowlands Low (Roud 182)
Sweet Williams Ghost (Child 77)
The Twa Brothers (Child 49)
The Broom of Cowdenknows (Child 217)
Lady Diamond (Child 269)
Child Waters (Child 63)
Hind Etin (Child 41)
The Gardener Child (Child 219)
The Leaves of Life (Roud 127)
Little Sir Hugh (Child 155)
Johnny o Braidislee (Child 114)
Young Hunting (Child 68)
Theyve all been sung to variations of this tune by traditional singers from England, Scotland, Ireland, the USA and Canada. Im sure there are many more examples.
Song transcription:
Young Emily was a pretty fair miss.
She loved a driver boy
Who drove a stage from the Golden Gate,
Way down in the lowland low, my love,
Way down in the lowland low.
My father owns a boarding house
Along yon river side.
Go there, go there and enter in,
This night with me abide, my love,
This night with me abide.
Be sure you tell them nothing,
Nor even let them know
That your name is young Edmund
Who drove in the lowland low, my love,
Who drove in the lowland low.
Young Edmund took to drinking
Before he went to bed.
He did not know theyd sworn that night
That they would cut off his head, my love,
That they would cut off his head.
Young Emily in her chambers,
She had this awful dream.
[She dreamed she saw young Edmunds blood
Go flowing like a stream, my love,
Go flowing like a stream.] *
Oh, father, my dear father,
Youll die a public show
For the murdering of the driver boy
Way down in the lowland low, my love,
Way down in the lowland low.
Oh, the fish that swim in the ocean
Swim oer my true loves breast.
His bodys in a gentle motion,
I know his souls at rest, my love,
I know his souls at rest.
* Betty accidentally repeated the line from the previous verse in this performance. Young Emily / Edwin in the Lowlands Low (Roud 182) (1974) - Betty Smith Sings A Traditional Ballad](https://i.ytimg.com/vi/dTS08B5QjfI/mqdefault.jpg)




