<p class="tit-song">YOUNG CHARLOTTIE <span class="pagenum"><SPAN id="page239" name="page239"></SPAN>(p. 239)</span></p>
<p>Young Charlottie lived by a mountain side in a wild and lonely spot,<br/>
There was no village for miles around except her father's cot;<br/>
And yet on many a wintry night young boys would gather there,—<br/>
Her father kept a social board, and she was very fair.</p>
<p>One New Year's Eve as the sun went down, she cast a wistful eye<br/>
Out from the window pane as a merry sleigh went by.<br/>
At a village fifteen miles away was to be a ball that night;<br/>
Although the air was piercing cold, her heart was merry and light.</p>
<p>At last her laughing eye lit up as a well-known voice she heard,<br/>
And dashing in front of the door her lover's sleigh appeared.<br/>
"O daughter, dear," her mother said, "this blanket round you fold,<br/>
'Tis such a dreadful night abroad and you will catch your death of cold."</p>
<p>"Oh <span class="pagenum"><SPAN id="page240" name="page240"></SPAN>(p. 240)</span> no, oh no!" young Charlottie cried, as she laughed like a gipsy queen,<br/>
"To ride in blankets muffled up, I never would be seen.<br/>
My silken coat is quite enough, you know it is lined throughout,<br/>
And there is my silken scarf to wrap my head and neck about."</p>
<p>Her bonnet and her gloves were on, she jumped into the sleigh,<br/>
And swiftly slid down the mountain side and over the hills away.<br/>
All muffled up so silent, five miles at last were past<br/>
When Charlie with few but shivering words, the silence broke at last.</p>
<p>"Such a dreadful night I never saw, my reins I can scarcely hold."<br/>
Young Charlottie then feebly said, "I am exceedingly cold."<br/>
He cracked his whip and urged his speed much faster than before,<br/>
While at least five other miles in silence had passed o'er.</p>
<p>Spoke Charles, "How fast the freezing ice is gathering on my brow!"<br/>
Young Charlottie then feebly said, "I'm growing warmer now."<br/>
So <span class="pagenum"><SPAN id="page241" name="page241"></SPAN>(p. 241)</span> on they sped through the frosty air and the glittering cold starlight<br/>
Until at last the village lights and the ball-room came in sight.</p>
<p>They reached the door and Charles sprang out and reached his hands to her.<br/>
"Why sit you there like a monument that has no power to stir?"<br/>
He called her once, he called her twice, she answered not a word,<br/>
And then he called her once again but still she never stirred.</p>
<p>He took her hand in his; 'twas cold and hard as any stone.<br/>
He tore the mantle from her face while cold stars on it shone.<br/>
Then quickly to the lighted hall her lifeless form he bore;—<br/>
Young Charlottie's eyes were closed forever, her voice was heard no more.</p>
<p>And there he sat down by her side while bitter tears did flow,<br/>
And cried, "My own, my charming bride, you nevermore shall know."<br/>
He twined his arms around her neck and kissed her marble brow,<br/>
And his thoughts flew back to where she said, "I'm growing warmer now."</p>
<p>He <span class="pagenum"><SPAN id="page242" name="page242"></SPAN>(p. 242)</span> took her back into the sleigh and quickly hurried home;<br/>
When he arrived at her father's door, oh, how her friends did mourn;<br/>
They mourned the loss of a daughter dear, while Charles wept over the gloom,<br/>
Till at last he died with the bitter grief,—now they both lie in one tomb.</p>
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