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CONVERSATIONS WITH DEATH aka OH, DEATH Dock Boggs, vocal and banjo. Recorded by Mike Seeger - 1963 Polly Johnson recorded ten verses of the song in 1939 for Emory Hamilton and it has been recorded by John Cohen from a number of western North Carolina singers. For a full tracing of the song back to its British antecedents, see "Death and a Lady: Echoes of a Mortal Conversation in English and American Folksong Tradition," an unpublished M.A. thesis done at the University of North Carolina in 1966 by Katherine Susan Barks. Dock learned his version of "Oh, Death" from his friend Lee Hunsucker in the 1930s and fit it to Homer Crawford's unusual D tuning of f#CGAD, starting with the fifth string. What is this that I can see With icy hands taking hold on me, I am death and none can excel I'll open the doors to heaven or hell. CHORUS: Oh. death, oh, death, can 't you spare me over till another year? Oh, death, oh, death, please spare me over till another year. Oh. death, someone would pray, Couldn’t you call some other day, God's children prayed. the preacher's preached, The time of mercy is out of your reach. I'll fix your feet so you can't walk, I'll lock your jaws so you can't talk, Close your eyes so you can 't see This very hour come go with me. Death, I come to take the soul Lea ve the body and leave it cold, To drop the flesh oft of the frame The earth and worms both have a claim. CHORUS My mother come to my bed Place a cold towel upon my head, My head is warm, my feet is cold Death is moving upon my soul. Oh, death, how you treating me Close my eyes so I can 't see, You hurt my body. you make me cold, You 're ruling my life right out of my soul. CHORUS Oh, death, please consider my age Please don 't take me at this stage. My wealth is all at your command If you will move your icy hand. The old, the young, the rich or poor, Are all alike with me, you know, No wealth, no land, no silver, no gold Nothing satisfies me but your soul. CHORUS

    


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