"The Story of Freeda Bolt"

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Amid the Blue Ridge Mountains,
There lived a maiden fair;
Her life was pure as heaven,
Her heart was free from care;
She dreamed of love and romance,
With heart so glad and free;
No gloom within the future,
Young Freeda Bolt could see.

Nearby lived Buren Harmon,
A boy she loved so well;
And of these two young lovers,
A story I will tell;
Was late one Thursday evening,
the stars were shining dim;
When Buren called his sweetheart
To come and go with him.

He told her on the morrow,
That they would surely wed;
But little was she thinking,
He'd take her life instead;
They motored to Bent Mountain,
A place so dark and lone;
And there her form so helpless,
He placed beneath a stone.

Away from home and mother,
And all she loved so well;
The bitter pain and anguish,
No mortal tongue can tell;
Through tears she plead for mercy,
But heeding not her cry;
Young Harmon left his sweetheart
In agony to die.

Me thinks the God in heaven,
In mercy heard her cry;
And sent a band of Angels,
To linger very nigh,
And bear her spirit over
To yonder happy shore,
Where dying comes no never,
And parting is no more.

For credit information, see audio credits page.

Freeda Bolt main page | song & audio | newspaper clippings | audio clip

Deathly Lyrics:
Songs of Virginia Tragedies

Introduction

Audio Credits

Allens

Breeding Mill

Caty Sage

Derby

Dewey Lee

Flood

Freeda Bolt

Great Kanawha

Kent Steffie

Mollie Tynes

Old 97

Poor Goins

Roanoke Riot

Rye Cove

Talt Hall

Vance Song

Wreck of the 1256