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Old Christmas Morning: A Kentucky Mountain Ballad

Old Christmas Morning: A Kentucky Mountain Ballad Roy Helton Appalachian Heritage, Volume 6, Number 4, Fall 1978, pp. 6-7 (Article) Published by The University of North Carolina Press DOI: https://doi.org/10.1353/aph.1978.0007 For additional information about this article https://muse.jhu.edu/article/441350/summary Access provided at 19 Feb 2020 23:07 GMT from JHU Libraries OLD CHRISTMAS MORNING A Kentucky Mountain Ballad by Roy Helton rrhere you coming from, Lomey Carter, So airly over the snow? And what's them pretties you got in your hand, And where you aiming to go? Step in, Honey: Old Christmas morning I ain't got nothing much; Maybe a bite of sweetness and cornbread, A little ham meat and such. But come in, Honey! Sally Anne Barton's Hungering after your face. Wait till I light my candle up: Set down! There's your old place. Now where you been so airly this morning? Graveyard, Sally Anne. Up by the trace in the salt lick meadows Where Taulbe kilt my man. Taulbe ain't to home this morning ... I can't scratch up a light: Dampness gets on the heads of the matches; But I'll blow up the embers bright. Needn 't trouble. I won 't be stopping Going a long ways still. You didn't see nothing, Lomey Carter, Up on http://www.deepdyve.com/assets/images/DeepDyve-Logo-lg.png Appalachian Review University of North Carolina Press

Old Christmas Morning: A Kentucky Mountain Ballad

Appalachian Review , Volume 6 (4) – Jan 8, 2014

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Abstract

Roy Helton Appalachian Heritage, Volume 6, Number 4, Fall 1978, pp. 6-7 (Article) Published by The University of North Carolina Press DOI: https://doi.org/10.1353/aph.1978.0007 For additional information about this article https://muse.jhu.edu/article/441350/summary Access provided at 19 Feb 2020 23:07 GMT from JHU Libraries OLD CHRISTMAS MORNING A Kentucky Mountain Ballad by Roy Helton rrhere you coming from, Lomey Carter, So airly over the snow? And what's them pretties you got in your hand, And where you aiming to go? Step in, Honey: Old Christmas morning I ain't got nothing much; Maybe a bite of sweetness and cornbread, A little ham meat and such. But come in, Honey! Sally Anne Barton's Hungering after your face. Wait till I light my candle up: Set down! There's your old place. Now where you been so airly this morning? Graveyard, Sally Anne. Up by the trace in the salt lick meadows Where Taulbe kilt my man. Taulbe ain't to home this morning ... I can't scratch up a light: Dampness gets on the heads of the matches; But I'll blow up the embers bright. Needn 't trouble. I won 't be stopping Going a long ways still. You didn't see nothing, Lomey Carter, Up on

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Appalachian ReviewUniversity of North Carolina Press

Published: Jan 8, 2014

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