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♪ 'TWAS IN THE MERRY MONTH OF MAY ♪

♪ WHEN GREEN LEAVES WERE A-SPRINGING ♪

♪ THIS YOUNG MAN ON HIS DEATHBED LAY ♪

♪ FOR THE LOVE OF BARBARA ALLEN ♪

♪ HE SENT HIS MAN UNTO HER THEN ♪

♪ TO THE TOWN WHERE SHE WAS DWELLING ♪

♪ YOU MUST COME TO MY MASTER, DEAR ♪

♪ IF YOUR NAME BE BARBARA ALLEN ♪

♪ SO SLOWLY, SLOWLY SHE GOT UP ♪

♪ AND SLOWLY SHE CAME TO HIM

♪ AND ALL SHE SAID WHEN SHE CAME THERE ♪

♪ YOUNG MAN, I THINK YOU'RE DYING ♪

♪ HE TURNED HIS FACE UNTO THE WALL ♪

♪ AND DEATH CAME CREEPING TO HIM ♪

♪ ADIEU, ADIEU, AND ADIEU TO ALL ♪

♪ AND ADIEU TO BARBARA ALLEN

♪ WHEN HE WAS DEAD AND LAID IN HIS GRAVE ♪

♪ THEN DEATH CAME CREEPING TO HER ♪

♪ OH, MOTHER, MOTHER, MAKE MY BED ♪

♪ FOR HIS DEATH HATH QUITE UNDONE ME ♪

♪ AND SO THIS MAID SHE THEN DID DIE ♪

♪ AND DESIRED TO BE BURIED BY HIM ♪

♪ AND REPENTED SHE BEFORE SHE DIED ♪

♪ THAT E'ER SHE DID DENY HIM

NOW, THERE YOU HAVE A FINE EXAMPLE

OF AN OLD ENGLISH BALLAD, A FOLK SONG,

DEFINED AS THAT WHICH IS CREATED BY

THE COMMON PEOPLE, THE UNSKILLED.

THE MELODIES ARE QUAINT AND PRIMITIVE,

BUT YOU MUST LEARN TO APPRECIATE NOT ONLY

THE SOCIOLOGICAL VALUE,

BUT THE SIMPLE PURITY OF EMOTION IN THE SONG.

OH, GOOD AFTERNOON, DEAN PEMBROKE.

I WANTED TO CATCH YOU TODAY, DR. PENLERIC.

I WANTED TO TELL YOU

THAT THE APPOINTMENT COMMITTEE HAS REVIEWED

YOUR APPLICATION FOR FULL PROFESSOR,

AND WE'VE CONCLUDED UNANIMOUSLY

THAT WE CANNOT OFFER YOU THE POSITION.

HOWEVER, WE HOPE YOU WILL CONTINUE ON

AS AN ASSOCIATE PROFESSOR,

AT YOUR CURRENT SALARY LEVEL, OF COURSE.

WHY, MAY I ASK, AM I BEING PASSED OVER AGAIN?

IT IS NOT CUSTOMARY

TO BE ASKED TO DEFEND OUR POSITION,

DR. PENLERIC.

IT APPEARS WE HAVE AN OPPORTUNITY

TO OFFER THE POSITION

TO THE EMINENT ENGLISH MUSICOLOGIST

AND BALLAD COLLECTOR CYRUS WHITTLE,

WHO, AS YOU KNOW, HAS ALMOST SINGLE-HANDEDLY

CREATED A REVIVAL OF THE ENGLISH FOLK SONG--

OH, DEAN PEMBROKE, EXCUSE ME.

WHAT IS IT, PROFESSOR ALDRICH?

UH, NOTHING, SIR. I JUST STOPPED BY

FOR A FEW WORDS WITH DR. PENLERIC.

WELL, I WAS JUST LEAVING.

GOOD DAY, DR. PENLERIC.

I ARGUED FOR YOU, LILY.

AS EMPHATICALLY AS I DARED.

I HAVE WAITED LONGER AND PUBLISHED MORE

THAN ANYONE ELSE IN THIS DEPARTMENT.

FRANKLY, I WAS THE ONLY MAN FOR YOU.

REALLY?

DEAN PEMBROKE SAID THE VOTE WAS UNANIMOUS.

UH, I WAS AFRAID SOMEONE WOULD SUSPECT SOMETHING.

NOW, DR. WHITTLE IS A BRILLIANT MAN.

OF COURSE HE IS. THAT'S NOT THE POINT.

LILY, I'VE ARRANGED THE FAMILY'S WHOLE SUMMER

SO I CAN COME INTO TOWN TO SEE YOU EVERY WEEK.

I WON'T BE HERE, WALLACE.

WELL, WHERE ARE YOU GOING?

AS FAR AWAY AS POSSIBLE.

PLEASE DON'T GO AWAY!

I KNOW HOW DISAPPOINTED YOU MUST BE,

MY DARLING, BUT--

LILY, WAIT!

WHY DON'T I MEET YOU AT YOUR APARTMENT?

MY WIFE WON'T BE HOME UNTIL QUITE LATE.

OH!

ARE YOU MAD, LILY?

WHAT IF SOMEONE WALKED IN?

YOU COWARD!

BACKING MY APPOINTMENT WAS THE ONLY THING

I EVER ASKED YOU FOR.

BUT--

YOU MISS ELNA'S SISTER?

YES, YES, YES, I AM.

I'M HERE TO TAKE YOU TO CLOVER.

I'M FATE HONEYCUTT. WHAT'S YOUR NAME?

OH, HELLO, I'M DR. LILY PENLERIC.

YOU'RE A DOCTOR, HUH?

THAT'S JUST FINE.

WE COULD SURE USE ANOTHER HEALER.

OH, I'M NOT A MEDICAL DOCTOR.

OH, WHAT KIND ARE YOU?

UH, I'M A, UH, DOCTOR OF MUSIC.

SORT OF AN EXPERT.

THANK YOU.

WELL, HOP ON UP, DOC.

PUT YOUR FOOT ON THE WHEEL THERE.

I'LL HELP YOU UP.

GIDDYAP!

GIDDYAP!

UH, WHAT IF WE MEET ANOTHER WAGON

COMING DOWN THE MOUNTAIN?

THAT WOULD BE SOMETHIN'.

OH!

SOMEONE'S PLAYING MUSIC?

OH, LILY!

ELEANOR...

IT'S BEEN SO LONG.

YES.

I THOUGHT YOU SAID

IT WAS ONLY 5 MILES TO CLOVER?

Woman: OH, SHE MEANT MOUNTAIN MILES.

IT USED TO TAKE 3 DAYS TO GET UP HERE.

THIS IS MY SISTER LILY.

LILY, THIS IS MY COLLEAGUE AND FRIEND,

HARRIET TOLLIVER.

HOW DO YOU DO?

HOW DO YOU DO?

AND THIS IS DELADIS SLOCUMB.

DELADIS HAS NO FAMILY,

SO WE GET TO KEEP HER HERE, FULL-TIME.

HOW DO YOU DO, MA'AM?

HOW DO YOU DO.

ELNA'S TOLD ME SO MUCH ABOUT YOU.

ELNA?

OH, THAT'S WHAT EVERYONE HERE CALLS ME.

IT'S CAUGHT ON WITH ME, TOO.

WELL, I SUPPOSE IT'S A LOT BETTER

THAN "LITTLE ELF,"

WHICH IS WHAT I USED TO CALL HER.

HA HA!

Y-YOU MUST BE EXHAUSTED.

I AM. EXCUSE ME.

OH, WOULD YOU LIKE TO REST BEFORE SUPPER?

UH, COULD YOU HELP ME, DEAR?

YES, I'M SORRY.

THANK YOU SO MUCH.

IT'S VERY HOT.

I...

ALONG WITH THE BASIC CURRICULUM,

WE ALSO TEACH HYGIENE AND NUTRITION

TO THE GIRLS.

AND MUSIC, OF COURSE.

DELADIS, WHY DON'T YOU SERVE THE TEA?

DELADIS, WHAT A BEAUTIFUL NAME.

THAT'S A REAL PRETTY FAN.

OH, THANK YOU, DEAR. IT'S FROM SPAIN.

THANK YOU, DEAR.

AREN'T YOU FRIGHTENED HERE?

WHAT OF?

OH, SAVAGE MOUNTAINEERS?

REPORTS OF VIOLENCE ARE HORRIBLE.

HEH!

HA HA HA! HORRIBLY EXAGGERATED, THAT IS.

DELADIS, WHY DON'T YOU SING

ONE OF YOUR PRETTY SONGS FOR MY SISTER?

OH, PLEASE, PLEASE DO!

I WOULD LIKE THAT.

♪ 'TWAS IN THE MERRY MONTH OF MAY ♪

♪ WHEN ALL GAY FLOWERS WERE A-BLOOMIN' ♪

♪ SWEET WILLIAM ON HIS DEATHBED LAY ♪

♪ FOR THE LOVE OF BARBARA ALLEN ♪

♪ HE SENT HIS SERVANT TO THE TOWN ♪

♪ HE SENT HIM TO HER DWELLIN'

♪ SAYIN' MASTER'S SICK AND VERY SICK ♪

♪ AND FOR YOUR SAKE HE'S A-DYIN' ♪

DELADIS, WHERE DID YOU LEARN THAT SONG?

MY GRANNY GAVE TO ME.

WAS YOUR GRANDMOTHER FROM ENGLAND?

YOU MEAN ACROSS THE OCEAN?

NO. NO.

GRANNY LIVED AND DIED RIGHT HERE ON THE MOUNTAIN.

THEN, WHERE DID SHE LEARN IT?

GRANNY SAID SHE GOT

ALL THOSE LOVE SONGS FROM HER MAMA.

DO YOU KNOW ANY MORE BALLADS?

LOVE SONGS.

OH. I KNOW LOTS OF THEM.

I KNOW LORD RANDAL, JACK WENT A-SAILIN',

TWO SISTERS,UH, I KNOW YOUNG ANNE LEE...

WOULD YOU SING TWO SISTERS,PLEASE?

Elna: IT'S ALL RIGHT, DEAR.

♪ OH, SISTER, OH, SISTER COME GO WITH ME... ♪

LILY, I TOLD YOU NEVER TO CALL ME HERE.

I'M CALLING AS A COLLEAGUE, WALLACE.

WHERE ARE YOU?

THE SOUTHERN MOUNTAINS.

WHAT ON EARTH ARE YOU DOING IN SUCH A DREADFUL PLACE?

NEVER MIND THAT.

I'M TELEPHONING BECAUSE I'VE MADE

A GREAT DISCOVERY-- OLD ENGLISH BALLADS.

WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?

THE MOUNTAIN PEOPLE BROUGHT THE BALLADS HERE

OVER 200 YEARS AGO.

THE SAME SONGS THAT

CYRUS WHITTLE'S BEEN COLLECTING IN ENGLAND.

SONGS WHICH HAVEN'T BEEN KNOWN THERE

FOR AT LEAST 100 YEARS.

WHAT OF IT, LILY?

I WANT YOU TO COME HOME.

DON'T YOU UNDERSTAND? WALLACE, THESE MAY BE

THE PUREST VERSIONS IN EXISTENCE.

OH, THAT'S RIDICULOUS.

IT'S TRUE!

AND I AM GOING TO BE THE FIRST

TO COLLECT THEM AND TO PUBLISH THEM.

NOTHING I COULD HAVE SAID OR DONE

WOULD HAVE SECURED THAT APPOINTMENT FOR YOU.

AND NOTHING YOU DO NOW WILL EITHER.

WILL YOU HELP ME OR NOT?

I'VE ALWAYS BELIEVED IN YOU, LILY.

GOOD. WELL, I NEED SUPPLIES.

THE COLLECTING MUST BE DONE SCIENTIFICALLY.

NOW, NICE AND LOUD.

♪ OH, HOLIDAY, OH, HOLY DAY ♪

♪ THE FIRST DAY OF THE YEAR ♪

♪ LIL' MATTHY GROVES TO CHURCH HE GOES ♪

♪ SOME HOLY WORDS TO HEAR ♪

♪ HEAR, SOME HOLY WORDS TO HEAR ♪

♪ HE SAW SOME WOMEN DRESSED IN BLACK ♪

♪ AS THEY CAME IN TO VIEW

♪ LORD DANIEL'S WIFE WAS GAILY CLAD ♪

♪ THE FLOWER OF THE FEW

♪ FEW, THE FLOWER OF THE FEW ♪

♪ SHE STEPPED RIGHT UP TO LIL' MATTHY GROVES ♪

♪ HER EYES CAST ON THE GROUND... ♪

♪ COME ALL YE FAIR AND TENDER LADIES ♪

♪ BE CAREFUL HOW YOU COURT YOUNG MEN ♪

UH, COULD YOU SING THOSE TWO LINES AGAIN?

THANK YOU, DEAR.

WHY DON'T YOU JUST MAKE A CYLINDER

AND COPY OFF THAT?

AH, BECAUSE THE CYLINDERS ARE ONLY FOR SHORT SONGS,

AND THEY WEAR OUT. ONCE AGAIN, THANK YOU.

♪ COME ALL YE FAIR AND TENDER LADIES ♪

♪ BE CAREFUL HOW YOU COURT YOUNG MEN ♪

OH!

OH, ARE YOU STILL WORKING ON THE CHILD LABOR PIECE?

I'M TRYING, NOT VERY SUCCESSFULLY.

I WONDER HOW MANY TIMES

YOUR SISTER NEEDS TO HEAR THOSE SONGS?

OH, DON'T. DON'T BE ANGRY.

IT MAKES HER VERY HAPPY.

SHE'S QUITE OBSESSED.

SO AM I.

♪ SHE CRIED OUT WITH A THRILLING CRY ♪

♪ OH, LORD, OH, LORD, I'M RUINED ♪

THAT'S IT, DOC.

I'M WORN OUT LIKE A CYLINDER.

UH, JUST THOSE LAST TWO LINES,

ONCE AGAIN, PLEASE, DEAR.

♪ SHE CRIED OUT WITH A THRILLING CRY ♪

♪ OH, LORD, OH, LORD, I'M RUINED ♪

THAT'S IT.

THAT'S THE VERY LAST BALLAD I KNOW.

AND WHAT A DOOZIE.

UM.

WHAT'S THIS FOR?

THAT'S FOR ALL YOUR HARD WORK.

JUST FOR SINGING?

MM-HMM.

HERE.

♪ COME ALL YE FAIR AND TENDER LADIES ♪

♪ BE CAREFUL HOW YOU COURT YOUNG MEN ♪

♪ THEY'RE LIKE A BRIGHT STAR OF A SUMMER'S EVENIN' ♪

♪ THEY'LL FIRST APPEAR AND THEN THEY'RE GONE ♪

I'M GONNA TIE A LOVER'S KNOT.

IF IT STAYS AND GROWS...

ALL WILL BE WELL.

WHERE DID YOU GET THAT FANCY THING?

DOC GIVE IT TO ME, FOR SINGIN'.

AAH!

Elna: HELLO.

OH, ELEANOR, THIS IS JUST FASCINATING.

IT REALLY IS.

SEE, DELADIS SINGS, FOR THE MOST PART,

IN A SCOTS-IRISH STYLE.

BUT SHE EMPLOYS SUCH UNUSUAL PITCHES.

AND SHE DWELLS ON NOTES. HERE...

CAN YOU HEAR THAT? THAT IS SO UNUSUAL.

I HAVE NEVER HEARD ANYTHING LIKE IT BEFORE.

TELL ME, IS HER STYLE OF SINGING,

IS THAT TYPICAL?

YES, I THINK IT IS.

IS IT REALLY? FASCINATING.

SO WHAT DO YOU THINK OF MY SCHOOL, LILY?

HMM? OH, UH...

WELL, I'M AFRAID I'M NO EXPERT...

I'M SURE IT'S FINE. I'M SURE...

WE ARE TRYING TO MAKE A DIFFERENCE.

YES, OF COURSE.

AH! IT WAS MINE!

DELADIS! WHAT HAPPENED?

OH, FATE, DID YOU DO THIS?

THAT WAS SO CRUEL.

YOU GIVE HER THAT FANCY THING

AND A WHOLE DOLLAR JUST FOR SINGING.

YOU AIN'T GAVE ME NOTHING.

FATE, YOU WORK FOR THE SCHOOL,

AND I THINK WE PAY YOU QUITE ADEQUATELY.

THEN I'LL DO NOTHING FOR DOC.

JUST FOR THE SCHOOL.

WELL, THEN I'LL JUST HAVE TO FIND

ANOTHER BOY WHO'S MORE WILLING.

NO, NO, ELEANOR. FATE DOES HAVE A POINT.

HE HAS HAD TO WORK A LOT HARDER SINCE I'VE BEEN HERE.

THAT'S RIGHT, DOC.

SO, HOW'S 50 CENTS A WEEK THEN, YOUNG MAN?

WELL, I DON'T KNOW.

I'LL HAVE TO THINK ON IT.

WELL, WHILE YOU'RE THINKING,

YOU CAN HELP ME PACK UP THE PHONOGRAPH MACHINE.

WE'RE GOING TO BEAR CREEK TOMORROW.

SHE'S GOING TO VINEY BUTLER'S.

WELL, YOU CAN'T LUG THAT MACHINE

ALL THE WAY UP A MOUNTAIN.

WE MADE IT THIS FAR, DIDN'T WE?

THAT WAS NOTHING

COMPARED TO GETTING UP TO BEAR CREEK.

SO WHAT AM I PAYING YOU FOR?

WHOA, WHOA.

I DON'T KNOW NO BALLADS.

WHY, MRS. BUTLER, THEY ARE THE MOST

BEAUTIFUL SONGS THERE HAVE EVER BEEN.

SONGS LIKE LORD THOMAS AND FAIR ELLINOR,

TWO SISTERS, MATTHY GROVES?

CAN'T SAY I KNOW THEM.

DELADIS CALLS THEM LOVE SONGS.

NOPE.

YOU EVER HEAR ANY SUCH SONGS, FATE?

DEL KNEW. BUT I CAN'T SAY AS I DO.

OH, SURELY, DELADIS CAN'T BE THE ONLY KEEPER

OF THE SONGS IN THE MOUNTAINS?

SORRY, CAN'T BE OF ANY HELP TO YOU, MA'AM.

I WOULD BE HAPPY TO COMPENSATE YOU,

TO-TO PAY YOU, MRS. BUTLER.

GOOD DAY TO YOU.

HELLO, VINEY.

WELL, LOOK WHO'S HERE!

WELL, YOU MUST BE ELNA'S SISTER.

WELL, YES. YES, I AM.

I'M SO HAPPY TO MEET YOU.

I'M ALICE KINCAID.

WELL, HOW DO YOU DO. I'M LILY PENLERIC.

WHAT ARE TRUDGING ALL THE WAY UP HERE FOR, CHILD?

I WANTED TO MEET DR. PENLERIC.

I HAVE SOMETHING FOR YOU.

OH! FATE, THANK YOU.

MY FAMILY SPENT SUMMERS IN ASHEVILLE.

I LOVED HIKING UP IN THE MOUNTAINS

AND READING POETRY.

THAT'S HOW I MET REESE, MY HUSBAND.

HE WOOED ME WITH BALLADS AND FIDDLE MUSIC.

I'VE BEEN WRITING THEM DOWN

SINCE I CAME TO LIVE HERE.

YOU CAN HAVE THEM IF YOU LIKE.

THANK YOU. THANK YOU.

THEY ARE INDEED EXACTLY WHAT I'M LOOKING FOR,

BUT I'M AFRAID

THESE HAVEN'T BEEN SCIENTIFICALLY COLLECTED.

OH...

UH, WELL, I CAN'T BE SURE OF YOUR NOTATION, YOU SEE,

BECAUSE OF THE IRREGULAR TIMES

AND THE UNUSUAL MODES AND RHYTHMS OF THE TUNES.

OF COURSE. I UNDERSTAND PERFECTLY.

OH!

THAT IS BEAUTIFUL.

COME HERE, CHILD.

Viney: YOU ARE WEAK AS WATER.

OH, THAT BABY IS SUCKING THE LIFE OUT OF YOU.

HUH-HUH. YOU'VE GOT TO EAT MORE.

NO, I CAN BARELY FEED THE CHILDREN.

REESE GONE AGAIN?

MRS. KINCAID, THANK YOU.

THANK YOU.

HERE, NOW, YOU MAKE A POTION OUT OF THIS

AND DRINK IT TWICE A DAY.

AND DO NOT GO DRAGGIN' ALL OVER THE PLACE.

VINEY, THE BALLADS

ARE A PRECIOUS MUSICAL LEGACY.

WHY, THEY'RE JUST SONGS.

OH, NO, MRS. BUTLER, THEY'RE NOT.

THEY'RE ANCIENT BALLADS FROM ENGLAND AND SCOTLAND,

AND THEY'VE BEEN SUNG FOR HUNDREDS OF YEARS.

WELL, THEY SAY THAT MY GREAT GRANDDADDY

COME FROM THERE.

HE COME OVER THAT MOUNTAIN

IN 17 AND 43.

REALLY? WELL, NO ONE KNOWS

THAT THESE SONGS ARE BEING SUNG RIGHT HERE

IN THE MOUNTAINS OF AMERICA. NO ONE.

WHAT OF IT?

MUSIC EXPERTS WILL WANT TO KNOW.

SO I AM GOING TO WRITE THEM DOWN

AND PUBLISH THEM IN A SONG BOOK.

WELL, LORD KNOWS

I CAN'T READ NOR WRITE ANYHOW.

VINEY, I THINK SHE'S A VERY NICE LADY.

♪ HE TOOK THE BROWN GIRL BY THE HAND ♪

♪ AND LED HER ACROSS THE HALL ♪

♪ HE TOOK OUT HIS SWORD AND CUT OFF HER HEAD ♪

♪ AND KICKED IT AGAINST THE WALL ♪

♪ AND HE KICKED IT AGAINST THE WALL ♪

HAVE YOU GOT IT?

ONE MORE TIME, VINEY.

I THOUGHT YOU'D DONE THIS BEFORE?

VINEY?

OH, TOM.

IS THE DAY GONE ALREADY?

SURE IS.

CORN IS COMING UP FINE IN THAT BACK FIELD.

OH, THIS IS DR. LILY PENLERIC.

SHE'S MISS ELNA'S SISTER.

HM.

HOW DO YOU DO?

HOW DO YOU DO?

LILY IS A DOCTOR OF MUSIC.

SHE'S CATCHING MY OLD LOVE SONGS.

SHE SAYS THEY'RE IMPORTANT.

IMPORTANT?

IMPORTANT TO WHO?

I'M GOING TO PUBLISH THEM IN A SONG BOOK.

NO, YOU'RE NOT.

NOBODY'S GOING TO PUBLISH

MY GRANNY'S SONGS.

THIS IS MY GRANDSON, TOM BLEDSOE.

HE'S BEEN TO THE OTHER WORLD,

AND HE THINKS HE KNOWS A WHOLE LOT.

MR. BLEDSOE, I AM A COLLECTOR.

MY INTENTION IS TO EXALT

THE FINE MUSIC OF THESE MOUNTAINS.

EXALT?

YES. IT MEANS TO LIFT UP.

YOU MEAN EXPLOIT.

IT MEANS TO STEAL.

I'M A MUSICOLOGIST, NOT A THIEF.

MY WORK IS TO PRESERVE MUSICAL CULTURE.

FIRST IT WAS THE COAL AND LUMBER COMPANIES

COMING IN HERE.

NOW THEY WANT TO TAKE OUR MUSIC, TOO.

Lily: THESE SONGS ARE OF GREAT INTEREST

TO ANYONE WHO STUDIES MUSICAL HERITAGE.

YOU'RE GONNA GET PAID FOR IT, AIN'T YOU?

YES, I AM.

SEE, GRANNY, LET ME HANDLE THIS NOW.

I CAN ASSURE YOU IT WILL NOT MAKE ME RICH.

MM-HMM.

AND FRANKLY, I'M THE ONE

WHO'S GOING TO ALL THE TROUBLE AND THE EXPENSE

OF COLLECTING THE SONGS.

AND I'M THE ONE WHO HAS THE EXPERTISE

TO WRITE THEM DOWN AND CATEGORIZE THEM

PROPERLY AND SCIENTIFICALLY.

OH, YOU DO, DO YOU? AND WHAT'S IN IT FOR MY GRANNY?

HER NAME WILL APPEAR

BEFORE EACH ONE OF THE SONGS

WHICH I INCLUDE IN THE BOOK

AS A SOURCE FROM WHICH I HAVE COLLECTED IT.

MALVINA BUTLER, THAT'S WHAT IT'S GONNA SAY, TOM.

WELL, YOU CAN'T COLLECT FROM MY GRANNY

UNLESS YOU PAY HER.

I HAVE OFFERED. SHE REFUSED.

YOU REFUSED?

HOW CAN I TAKE MONEY FOR SINGIN'?

MY MAMA USED TO SING THOSE SONGS

ROCKIN' THE YOUNG'UNS TO SLEEP AND LEADING

THE COWS HOME.

DOCTOR, I'M ASKING YOU KINDLY--

TO LEAVE.

TOM! I CAN GIVE MY SONGS TO ANYBODY

THAT I WANT TO.

NO, YOU CAN'T.

YES, I CAN!

BESIDES, IT'S SUPPER TIME,

AND LILY'S JOINING US.

AH, NO, THANK YOU, MRS. BUTLER. REALLY,

I SHOULD BE HEADING BACK TO THE SCHOOL.

YOU'RE GOING TO TAKE MY SONGS AND REFUSE

THE HOSPITALITY OF MY HOME?

WELL, I NEVER!

MY MAN'S FATHER BUILT THIS PLACE

WHEN HE SETTLED HERE.

I'VE RAISED 9 CHILDREN IN THIS CABIN.

ONLY TWO OF THEM STILL LIVING.

I'M SORRY.

OH, ONE'S WORKING THE COAL MINES

UP IN VIRGINIA, AND ONE'S IN MISSOURI.

IT WAS GOOD, GRANNY.

TOM'S A FINE MUSICIAN.

REALLY?

UH-HUH. HE PLAYS THE BANJO LIKE NOBODY.

TOM? TOM? WHAT'S THAT THING CALLED? THAT THING?

IT'S A GUITAR, GRANNY.

HOW MANY TIMES HAVE I GOT TO TELL YOU?

HE GOT IT IN CUBA, TOM DID.

IN THE SPANISH WAR.

IT'S A LOVELY INSTRUMENT.

MMM, YEAH, HE'S THE ONLY ONE IN THESE PARTS

GOT ONE OF THOSE THINGS.

HE MAKES UP SONGS ON IT, TOO.

DO YOU PLAY MUSIC, DOCTOR...

OR DO YOU JUST STEAL OTHER PEOPLE'S?

I'M A PIANIST, MR. BLEDSOE.

A PIANIST?

I HEARD OF THEM.

TOM, COME ON, PLAY SOME BANJO TUNES FOR LILY HERE.

COME ON, COME ON.

PLEASE. I WOULD LIKE THAT.

HILLIARD, YOU ALMOST SCARED ME TO DEATH.

SORRY, VINEY.

YOU COMING, TOM?

I'LL BE RIGHT THERE.

UH, MR. BLEDSOE,

WHERE DID YOU LEARN TO PLAY LIKE THAT?

I TAUGHT HIM.

I WOULD LIKE TO RECORD YOU

ON MY PHONOGRAPH MACHINE SOMETIME.

NO, THANK YOU.

I MAKE MUSIC TO PLEASE MYSELF.

NEVER MIND TOM.

HE'S LIKE MOST OF THOSE FELLAS

WHO WENT TO THE OTHER WORLD AND COME BACK.

JUST NEVER SEEM TO BE THE SAME.

THEY JUST CAN'T SEEM TO SETTLE DOWN AND BE HAPPY.

WOULD YOU SHOW ME HOW TO PLAY THIS?

MMM.

WELL, IT'S ALL IN THE PICKING.

FATE, DID YOU SEE TO ALICE

AND HER YOUNG'UNS?

YES, MA'AM. I CAUGHT 'EM A COUPLE OF RABBITS.

WE HAD A FINE SUPPER.

GOOD. GOOD.

OH, WE HAVE ALL TO DO TOMORROW.

THESE OLD SONGS ARE COMING BACK TO ME NOW.

WELL, I'M LOOKING FORWARD TO IT.

OH, LILY, UM, LISTEN.

IF YOU HEAR A STRANGE CRY, LIKE A WOMAN SCREAMING,

THAT'S THE PANTHER CAT.

AND YOU'RE GONNA BE DEAD IF IT GETS YOU.

NOW WHAT YOU DO IS YOU PULL OFF YOUR CLOTHES

ONE PIECE AT A TIME,

AND THEN YOU RUN REAL HARD,

AND THEN THE PANTHER CAT WILL STOP

AND TEAR UP THE CLOTHES THAT YOU'VE DROPPED

IN ITS PATH TO SHREDS,

AND THAT'LL SAVE YOU!

VINEY, THAT IS RIDICULOUS.

WHAT WAS THAT?

JUST AN OWL.

ARE YOU SURE?

YOU'LL KNOW THE PANTHER CRY WHEN YOU HEAR IT.

FATE!

DAMN NEAR GOT YOUR FOOL HEAD BLOWED OFF.

I DIDN'T KNOW YOU HAD A STILL GOING HERE.

WHAT ABOUT HER?

WHAT ABOUT HER?

GO ON, GIT, BOTH OF YOU.

FATE.

YES, SIR.

ELEANOR?

ELEANOR?

ELEANOR?

I HAVE HAD THE MOST REMARKABLE DAY.

AHH!

LILY, I'D LIKE TO TALK WITH YOU.

I'M VERY TIRED. I DON'T WANT TO TALK.

I THINK WE SHOULD TALK.

HOW COULD YOU, ELEANOR?

YOU SOUND SO LIKE FATHER. I'M NOT A CHILD.

YOU'RE TEACHERS!

WHAT KIND OF AN EXAMPLE ARE YOU SETTING?

YOU'RE DISGUSTING.

SHE'S THE FINEST PERSON I'VE EVER KNOWN.

I SUPPOSE...HARRIET IS A LOT OLDER AND, UM,

MORE EXPERIENCED THAN YOU,

SO I SUPPOSE IT'S HER FAULT.

IT'S NOBODY'S FAULT.

WE'RE IN LOVE.

Viney: ♪ OUT SHE DREW HER LITTLE PENKNIFE ♪

♪ AND STABBED HIM THROUGH HIS HEART ♪

♪ SHE CRIED OUT WITH A VERY LOUD CRY ♪

♪ THERE'S A DEAD MAN IN MY HOUSE, HOUSE ♪

♪ THERE'S A DEAD MAN IN MY HOUSE ♪

WE CAME TO SEE THE MACHINE

THAT SINGS THE SONGS BACK TO YOU.

I'M NOT USING IT AT THE MOMENT.

YOU SEE, YOU GOTTA SAVE IT, POLLY,

OR IT'LL WEAR OUT.

MY BROTHER'S A SONGCATCHER.

THAT'S VERY NICE,

BUT I'M AFRAID HE'S A BIT TOO LITTLE

TO BE A RELIABLE SOURCE.

COME ON, TOMMY LEE.

YOU CAN SING FOR ME.

Earl: WHAT SONGS YOU KNOW?

GET THE HELL OUT OF MY YARD, EARL GIDDENS.

I'VE BEEN HEARING ALL THIS EXCITEMENT

ABOUT THE SONGCATCHER.

I CAME TO SEE FOR MYSELF.

TOM TOLD YOU WE'RE NOT SELLING.

HE ALSO TOLD YOU

THAT HE'D SHOOT YOU ON THE SPOT

IF YOU CAME AROUND AGAIN.

VINEY, IT'S THAT KIND OF TALK

GIVES CITY FOLK A TERRIBLE IMPRESSION

OF US HILLBILLIES.

ISN'T THAT RIGHT, MISS?

DOCTORLILY PENLERIC.

DOCTOR? WELL, EARL GIDDENS,

OF THE McFARLAND COAL COMPANY.

VERY PLEASED TO MAKE YOUR ACQUAINTANCE, DOCTOR.

IT'S FINE TO SEE AN OUTSIDER

APPRECIATING THE CHARM OF OUR LOCAL MUSIC.

TO MYSELF, HOWEVER,

THERE IS NOTHING LIKE THE ELEGANT PERFECTION

OF A COMPOSITION BY MR. JOHANN SEBASTIAN BACH.

OH, WELL, I DON'T THINK THAT SUCH COMPARISONS

BENEFIT EITHER TRADITION.

THEY'RE APPLES AND ORANGES.

ARE YOU A MUSICIAN?

NO, MA'AM.

OH.

I'VE BEEN DOWN THE MOUNTAIN.

I HAD THE PRIVILEGE OF EDUCATION.

BACHELOR OF SCIENCES.

UNIVERSITY OF NORTH CAROLINA.

REALLY?

I GUESS I SEE YOUR POINT.

MAYBE YOU CAN TALK SOME SENSE

INTO THIS STUBBORN OLD WOMAN, DR. LILY.

MRS. BUTLER? SHE HAS NO NEED OF MY ADVICE.

DON'T YOU THINK SHE DESERVES

A NICE NEW HOUSE IN SAWYERVILLE?

TIME TO SING AND REST?

SHE COULD EVEN LEARN TO READ AND WRITE

INSTEAD OF WORKING HER FINGERS TO THE BONE

JUST TO GET BY.

I COULD MAKE A LIVING ON A ROCK

IF I WANTED TO.

I WAS BORN ON THIS MOUNTAIN,

AND I'M GONNA DIE ON THIS MOUNTAIN,

AND SO ARE YOU.

GIT GOIN', GIDDENS.

THIS PLACE IS NOTHING BUT A BURDEN FOR TOM, VINEY.

YOU KNOW HE WAS MADE FOR OTHER THINGS BESIDES FARMING.

ISABEL. ISABEL.

GO TO MY PLACE.

TAKE THE CHILDREN TO MY PLACE.

YES, MA'AM.

AND TELL TOM TO BRING THE MILK COW.

Isabel: COME ON, Y'ALL. COME ON.

I'LL TAKE THEM, VINEY.

NO! I WANT YOU HERE!

HELP ME. HELP ME, PLEASE, I'M DYING.

OH, I CAN'T STOP THE BLEEDING

TILL I GET THE BABY OUT.

YOU GOTTA HELP ME.

NO, NO, NO, I COULDN'T.

WELL, SHE CAN'T DO IT BY HERSELF.

COME HERE. GIVE ME YOUR HANDS.

GIVE ME YOUR HANDS.

NOW PUT 'EM RIGHT HERE, LIKE THAT.

AND WHEN I TELL YOU TO, YOU PUSH, HARD.

NO, NO, NO.

DO IT, WOMAN!

READY?

NOW!

Viney: WELL, I GUESS THE GOOD LORD'S

GONNA LET US KEEP YOU A LITTLE WHILE LONGER.

AND YOU'VE GOT YOURSELF HERE

ANOTHER SWEET LITTLE BABY GIRL.

WILL SHE LIVE?

WELL, IT WAS A STRUGGLE THERE FOR A BIT,

BUT IT'S IN THE GOOD LORD'S HANDS NOW.

ALICE, YOU'RE GONNA HAVE TO KEEP REESE

AWAY FROM YOU.

WELL, IF YOU DON'T WANT BUTTER,

YOU GOTTA PULL THE DASHER OUT IN TIME.

SHHH.

OH, SWEET BABY GIRL.

I HOPE YOU GROW UP SMART LIKE LILY HERE,

AND STAY SINGLE.

♪ WHEN I WAS SINGLE WENT DRESSED MIGHTY FINE ♪

♪ NOW I AM MARRIED GO RAGGED ALL THE TIME ♪

♪ I WISH I WAS A SINGLE GIRL AGAIN ♪

♪ OH, LORD, DON'T I WISH I WAS A SINGLE GIRL AGAIN ♪

♪ WHEN I WAS SINGLE MY SHOES DID SQUEAK ♪

♪ NOW I AM MARRIED MY SHOES THEY DO LEAK ♪

♪ I WISH I WAS A SINGLE GIRL AGAIN ♪

♪ OH, LORD, DON'T I WISH I WAS A SINGLE GIRL AGAIN ♪

♪ THREE LITTLE BABES A'CRYIN' FOR BREAD ♪

♪ WITH NONE TO GIVE 'EM I'D RATHER BE DEAD ♪

♪ I WISH I WAS A SINGLE GIRL AGAIN ♪

♪ OH, LORD, DON'T I WISH I WAS A SINGLE GIRL AGAIN ♪

♪ WHEN HE COMES IN, IT'S A CURSE AND A ROW ♪

♪ KNOCKING DOWN THE CHILDREN AND PULLING OUT MY HAIR ♪

♪ I WISH I WAS A SINGLE GIRL AGAIN ♪

♪ OH, LORD, DON'T I WISH I WAS A SINGLE GIRL AGAIN ♪

♪ DISHES TO WASH--

REESE, WHERE IN HELL HAVE YOU BEEN?

ALICE...

YOU CAME HOME.

LILY, PLEASE TAKE THE PAINTING.

Tom: WILL SHE LIVE?

AH, YES.

WHAT ABOUT THE BABY?

HOPEFULLY.

THANK THE LORD.

HAVING A REAL BACKWOODS EXPERIENCE, AIN'T YOU?

ARE YOU DRUNK?

I'M NOT DRUNK, I'M A...

CELEBRATING.

THERE'S NO CAUSE FOR CELEBRATION, MR. BLEDSOE.

THEY COULD STILL DIE.

IN CASE IT'S NEWS TO YOU, DOCTOR,

SUFFERING IS A WOMAN'S LOT.

I AM PERFECTLY WELL AWARE

OF THAT FACT, MR. BLEDSOE.

GOD KNOWS, I WISH I WEREN'T.

YOU REALLY ARE AN IGNORANT DRUNKEN LOUT.

YOU HAVE ABSOLUTELY NO IDEA

WHAT THAT WOMAN HAS JUST BEEN THROUGH.

LET ME TELL YOU SOMETHING...

MY WIFE DIED IN CHILDBIRTH WHEN WE WERE 16 YEARS OLD.

SHE BLED TO DEATH RIGHT AFTER I PULLED OUR DEAD BABY OUT,

SO DON'T YOU TELL ME WHAT I DO AND DON'T KNOW.

Lily, voice-over: DEAR WALLACE,

ENCLOSED ARE 10 OF THE BEAUTIFUL BALLADS I HAVE COLLECTED SO FAR.

I AM SURE YOU WILL REALIZE WHAT A REMARKABLE DISCOVERY THIS IS.

THE SONGS ARE VIRTUALLY INTACT

ACCORDING TO THE OLDEST KNOWN VERSIONS,

WITH WONDERFUL IDIOSYNCRATIC LOCAL CHANGES

IN A LYRIC OR PHRASE HERE OR THERE.

BEST WISHES, LILY.

WHEW! LORD!

YOUR PLAYING IS BEAUTIFUL.

WELL, ACTUALLY THAT WAS ONE OF MY TUNES.

DEXTER HERE JUST TOOK IT OVER

AND MADE IT HIS OWN.

SUCH STRIKING RHYTHMS.

THANK YOU, MA'AM.

UH, I'M LILY PENLERIC.

SHE'S A MUSICOLOGIST.

MR. UH...

DEXTER SPEAKS, MA'AM.

WELL, HOW DO YOU DO?

WOULD YOU... LOOK AT DEL.

SHE'S ALL BUG-EYED.

AIN'T YOU EVER SEEN A COLORED MAN BEFORE?

WHERE WOULD I HAVE?

Tom: WHERE YOU ALL HEADED?

ROSE GENTRY'S.

I'M GONNA HELP DOC, HERE,

WITH WRITING DOWN ROSE' BALLADS.

WE'RE GOING EVERYWHERE THE SWEET MUSIC IS.

ROSE? ROSE LIVES WAY OFF BACK OF BEYOND.

YOU'LL NEVER GET THERE WITH THAT LOAD.

YOU CAN'T TELL THIS WOMAN NOTHING, TOM.

HUH.

WELL, AREN'T YOU LUCKY?

SITTING AROUND ALL DAY,

GETTING DRUNK, PLAYING MUSIC.

HOW LOVELY.

YES, I AM.

SEE, THAT'S WHAT YOU OUTLANDERS

DON'T UNDERSTAND.

SEE, LIFE IS FOR ENJOYING,

NOT JUST GETTING AND WORKING AND GETTING AND WORKING.

WE DO INDEED HAVE VERY DIFFERENT NOTIONS

OF WHAT ENJOYMENT IS.

WAIT.

FATE, CAREFUL.

STOP, STOP.

I TOLD YOU WE COULDN'T GET THERE

WITH THIS THING.

WHERE'S YOUR PIONEER SPIRIT, FATE?

WE CAN'T GIVE UP.

COME ON, LET'S KEEP TRYING.

NO, DEL. SHE'S CRAZY.

I'VE BEEN LUGGING THIS THING EVERYWHERE IT DON'T BELONG.

I'M NOT RISKING LIFE AND LIMB FOR NO STUPID SONGS.

Lily: I NEED THESE RECORDINGS.

I NEED THEM, RIGHT, DELADIS?

DOC, NO ONE'S EVER TRIED

TO PULL A THING LIKE THIS UP HERE.

UNTIL NOW. COME ALONG.

WE'LL SHOW YOUNG MR. HONEYCUTT

WHAT YOU CAN ACHIEVE IF YOU DON'T GIVE UP.

YOU...

I WILL NOT GIVE UP!

COME ALONG.

PLEASE, FATE. COME WITH US.

I DECIDED TO TAKE YOUR OFFER, EARL.

A DOLLAR AN ACRE

AND JOBS FOR ME AND MY BOYS.

WHY, IF IT AIN'T THE SONGCATCHER.

DR. LILY, YOU SURE DO GET AROUND, DON'T YOU?

Lily: NICE TO SEE YOU AGAIN, MR. GIDDENS.

MR. AND MRS. GENTRY, I'M LILY PENLERIC.

WE HEARD YOU MIGHT BE COMING THIS WAY.

VINEY SAYS DOC IS AWFUL NICE

AND YOU SHOULD SING FOR HER.

DOCTOR, UNCLE CRATIS IS THE ONE

WHO KNOWS ABOUT EVERY LOVE SONG THERE IS.

EXCEPT UNCLE CRATIS GOT THE CALLING.

HE DON'T HOLD TO SINGING NO MORE.

I'M SORRY, WE SEEM TO HAVE COME

AT A BAD TIME.

UH, NO. WE'VE ABOUT FINISHED HERE.

I SAID I'D TAKE A DOLLAR AN ACRE.

WELL, NOW, PARLEY,

THAT WAS BEFORE I KNEW THE LAND WAS USED UP.

WELL, I WOULDN'T BE SELLING IF IT WEREN'T.

I APPRECIATE THAT,

BUT MR. McFARLAND WOULD HAVE MY HEAD

IF I GAVE THAT MUCH.

MOST I COULD GIVE IS, SAY, 50 CENTS AN ACRE.

WHAT'S THAT COME TO?

HOW MANY ACRES YOU GOT AGAIN?

ABOUT 100, MY DADDY ALWAYS SAID.

$50?!

THAT'S ALL?

THAT'S CRIMINAL, MR. GIDDENS.

DON'T BUTT IN WHERE YOU DON'T BELONG.

NOW, THE ONLY WAY THESE FOLKS

ARE GOING TO BETTER THEMSELVES

IS TO GET THE HELL OFF THIS MOUNTAIN

AND GIVE UP THEIR BACKWARD WAYS.

Lily: IS THAT WHAT YOUR EDUCATION TAUGHT YOU?

TO HATE YOUR OWN PEOPLE?

DAMN YOU!

YOU'RE ABOUT AS MEAN AS A COPPERHEAD.

AND I SLEEP LIKE A SNAKE, TOO,

WITH BOTH EYES OPEN.

LEAVE THE BOY, EARL.

GET ON OUTTA HERE. THE DEAL'S DONE.

YOU GOT MY WORD.

GIT.

GOOD DAY, DOCTOR.

IS THAT ANY WAY TO SETTLE ANYTHING,

YOU STUPID BOY!

THAT MAN WOULD STEAL THE DIME OFF A DEAD MAN'S EYES.

I'M REALLY VERY SORRY.

♪ WHEN I FIRST COME TO THIS COUNTRY ♪

♪ IN 1849

♪ I SAW MANY FAIR LOVERS

♪ BUT NEVER SAW MINE

♪ I VIEWED IT ALL AROUND ME

♪ SAW I WAS QUITE ALONE

♪ ME, A POOR STRANGER

♪ AND A LONG WAY FROM HOME

♪ FARE-THEE-WELL TO OLD MOTHER

♪ FARE-THEE-WELL TO FATHER, TOO ♪

♪ I'M ALONE AND FOR TO RAMBLE

♪ THIS WIDE WORLD ALL THROUGH

♪ AND WHEN I GET WEARY

♪ I'LL SIT DOWN AND CRY

♪ AND THINK OF MY SARO

♪ PRETTY SARO, MY BRIDE

♪ WELL, I WISHED I WAS A TURTLE DOVE ♪

♪ HAD WINGS AND COULD FLY

♪ FAR AWAY TO MY LOVER'S LODGINGS ♪

♪ TONIGHT I'D DRAW NIGH

♪ AND THERE IN HER LILY WHITE ARMS ♪

♪ I'D LAY THERE ALL NIGHT

♪ AND WATCH THROUGH THEM LITTLE WINDOWS ♪

♪ FOR A DAWNING OF DAY

Merriweather: THE MISSIONARY BOARD IS CONVINCED

THAT THE SCHOOLS WOULD TAKE HOLD BETTER

IN THE MOUNTAIN COMMUNITIES

IF THEY WERE LED BY A MAN AND HIS WIFE

WHO WOULD INTEGRATE MORE NORMALLY INTO THE COMMUNITY

THAN TWO WOMEN.

FORTUNATELY FOR US, REVEREND,

WE'RE NOT UNDER YOUR JURISDICTION.

I'M BEGINNING TO UNDERSTAND

YOUR APPRECIATION OF THE LOCAL CRAFTS, MRS. McFARLAND.

IT'S A BEAUTIFULLY MADE PIECE.

I HAVE SEVERAL LIKE IT.

SHE'LL BANKRUPT ME WITH HER COLLECTING.

THE CLOVER SCHOOL IS A MODEL,

BUT THE CHURCH IS BETTER EQUIPPED TO EDUCATE.

I ENDORSE THE ENGLISH IDEA:

WE MUST EDUCATE BY EXAMPLE.

IF WE TEACH THESE RUFFIANS TO SERVE TEA PROPERLY,

THEY WILL WANT REFINEMENT. SEEK IT OUT.

I BELIEVE WE MUST ASK THE MOUNTAIN PEOPLE

WHAT THEY WANT AND WHAT THEY NEED.

THAT IS THE ENLIGHTENED POINT OF VIEW.

McFarland: EDUCATING THESE SAVAGES IS A WASTE OF MONEY.

IF YOU WANT TO HELP THESE CHILDREN,

YOU SHOULD GET THEM OUT OF THEIR HOVELS

AND PUT THEM TO WORK.

THERE'S NOTHING LIKE A DAY'S WAGES

TO HELP MAKE FOR ADVANCEMENT.

IT'S A BEAUTIFUL LAND, ISN'T IT, MR. McFARLAND?

IT'S ONE OF THE LARGEST UNTAPPED COAL DEPOSITS

IN THE SOUTHERN MOUNTAINS, MISS TOLLIVER,

AND SOON I'M GONNA OWN IT.

AND WITH MY COAL MINES WILL COME TOWNS,

ROADS, RAILROADS, CHURCHES,

EVEN A FEW MORE SCHOOLS.

ALTHOUGH I DON'T SHARE THE LOFTY IDEALS

OF YOU LADIES,

I WOULD LIKE TO MAKE A SMALL DONATION

TO THE CLOVER SCHOOL.

SAY, $500.

THANK YOU. BUT WE COULDN'T POSSIBLY

ACCEPT SUCH A GIFT DESPITE OUR NEED.

YES, IT'S ESSENTIAL

THAT WE AVOID ALL POLITICAL AFFILIATIONS

TO MAINTAIN THE TRUST OF THE COMMUNITY.

AS FAR AS I KNOW,

WATER PUMPS DON'T HAVE POLITICAL AFFILIATIONS.

MR. MCFARLAND,

I THOUGHT YOU SUPPORTED CHRISTIAN EDUCATION.

I SUPPORT PROGRESS, REVEREND MERRIWEATHER.

AND I ALSO APPRECIATE

WHAT THESE LADIES HAVE ACCOMPLISHED.

I THINK THIS SCHOOL IS THE LOVELIEST.

THE WAY MISS TOLLIVER AND MISS PENLERIC

HAVE USED THE LOCAL CRAFTS TO DECORATE.

ARE YOU AWARE OF THE FOLK ARTS MOVEMENT

THAT IS SWEEPING NEW YORK AND LONDON?

I'M QUITE A COLLECTOR.

DOC'S COLLECTING SONGS.

REALLY? Deladis: UH-HUH.

YES, I AM.

UMM...

IT'S BEAUTIFUL.

SO REFINED. WAS THIS PAINTED BY A LOCAL?

I KNEW YOU WOULD APPRECIATE IT.

DO YOU KNOW I HAVE SENT A DOZEN OF THESE

TO A GALLERY IN NEW YORK?

THE DEALER IS VERY EXCITED.

Harriet: OH, LOOK EVERYBODY.

OUR MUSICAL ENTERTAINMENT IS HERE. HI, WILL.

Deladis: HEY, WILL.

Harriet: EVERYBODY, THIS IS WILL.

HELLO, WILL.

WILL, WHY DON'T YOU PLAY SALLY GOODIN?

OH, AMBROSE.

TWIRL ME AROUND THE LAWN.

MISS TOLLIVER, MAY I HAVE THE HONOR?

I'D BE DELIGHTED.

Man: YEEE-IP!

ALL RIGHT!

YEEE-HAAA!

WOO!

OOH!

Take a little bit. Go on.

ISN'T THAT GOOD?

HA! HA!

HEY, DEL.

WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN?

MISS ELNA'S BEEN WORRIED SICK.

I AIN'T HER CONCERN NO MORE.

NOT HERS OR NOBODY'S.

Man: GO ON OUT THERE, BOY.

Woman: GET ON OUT THERE.

MISS ELNA?

I'D BE DELIGHTED, HILLIARD.

Man: WOO! GO, HILLIARD!

Man: THAT A BOY!

Viney: COME ON, LILY, LET'S TRY IT.

LOOK AT THAT! WHOO-EE!

WHOA! GO ON NOW. OH, DON'T BE EMBARRASSED.

YOU'RE DANCING! YOU'RE DANCING GOOD.

LOOK OUT, THERE.

HELLO.

WOULD YOU CARE TO--

OR MAYBE I WAS SPEAKING

A LITTLE TOO PROPER TO YOU BEFORE.

GET YOUR LONG LEGS OUT HERE--

I DON'T THINK SO.

LET ME SHOW YOU SOME TRUE COUNTRY SPIRIT, DARLING.

Lily: EXCUSE ME. NO, THANK YOU.

I THINK PERHAPS

YOU'VE HAD A LITTLE TOO MUCH TO DRINK.

NO. I'LL SHOW YOU WANT YOU NEED TO KNOW.

HEY!

GO ON, OUT OF HERE.

Earl: I'M TELLING YOU, BOY!

LILY?

IT'S VERY LATE.

WE SHOULD GET BACK.

OH, I'LL FIND MY OWN WAY HOME.

I'LL SEE THE DOCTOR GETS HOME.

ALL RIGHT.

I'LL BE FINE. GOOD NIGHT.

GOOD NIGHT.

Woman: NIGHT, MISS ELNA.

NIGHT, MISS HARRIET.

Tom: HEY, EARL.

HOW'S YOUR HEAD?

♪ OH, WHAT IS THIS

♪ I CANNOT SEE

♪ WHOSE ICY HAND TAKES HOLD ON ME ♪

♪ OH, I AM DEATH

♪ THAT NONE CAN EXCEL

♪ I OPEN THE DOOR

♪ TO HEAVEN AND HELL

♪ O DEATH, O DEATH

♪ HOW CAN IT BE

♪ THAT I MUST COME AND GO WITH THEE ♪

♪ O DEATH, O DEATH

♪ HOW CAN IT BE?

♪ I'M UNPREPARED FOR ETERNITY ♪

♪ OH YES, I'VE COME FOR TO GET YOUR SOUL ♪

♪ TAKE YOUR BODY AND LEAVE IT COLD ♪

♪ I'LL DROP THE FLESH FROM OFF OF YOUR FRAME ♪

♪ THE EARTH AND THE WORMS BOTH HAVE THEIR CLAIM ♪

Woman: ♪ O DEATH, O DEATH ♪

♪ PLEASE LET ME SEE

♪ IF CHRIST HAS TURNED HIS BACK ON ME ♪

♪ WHEN YOU WERE CALLED AND ASKED TO BOW ♪

♪ YOU WOULDN'T TAKE HEED ♪

♪ AND IT'S TOO LATE NOW

♪ FAREWELL, FAREWELL

♪ TO ALL, FAREWELL

♪ MY DOOM IS FIXED

♪ I'M SUMMONED TO HELL

♪ AS LONG AS GOD

♪ IN HEAVEN SHALL DWELL

♪ MY SOUL, MY SOUL

♪ SHALL SCREAM IN HELL

WHAT ARE YOU STILL DOING HERE?

I'M NOT GRATEFUL FOR YOUR VAIN GALLANTRY,

MR. BLEDSOE.

I AM PERFECTLY CAPABLE OF LOOKING AFTER MYSELF.

OH, DON'T WORRY.

I'D BEAT THAT SNAKE UP FOR FUN,

ANY DAY OF THE WEEK.

I HAVE NEVER HEARD SUCH...

SUCH SINGING.

WHY, I'D NEVER MET AN OUTLANDER

WHO LIKES MUSIC AS MUCH AS YOU DO.

I HAVE NEVER BEEN ANYWHERE

WHERE THE MUSIC IS AS MUCH A PART OF LIFE AS IT IS HERE.

IT'S LIKE THE AIR YOU ALL BREATHE.

IT'S BEAUTIFUL.

HMM.

YEAH.

I WOULD LIKE TO DISCUSS SOMETHING WITH YOU SERIOUSLY.

SERIOUS? WHAT IS IT?

IT'S ABOUT MY WORK.

ACTUALLY, IT'S ABOUT MY BOOK.

I BELIEVE THAT YOU CAN WIN PUBLIC SENTIMENT OVER

WITH YOUR MUSIC.

PUBLIC SENTIMENT?

YES.

LET ME TELL YOU SOMETHING.

WE'RE NOT REALLY INTERESTED

IN WHAT YOU PEOPLE OUT THERE THINK ABOUT US.

WELL, YOU SHOULD BE.

OH, YEAH?

WHAT I'M TRYING TO SAY

IS THAT WHEN MY BOOK IS PUBLISHED,

I BELIEVE THAT THE MOUNTAIN PEOPLE WILL BE SEEN

IN A VERY DIFFERENT LIGHT.

OH, WHAT LIGHT IS THAT, MAY I ASK?

WELL, THE COMMON VIEW IS THAT THERE IS NO CULTURE HERE,

AND THAT THE PEOPLE ARE DIRTY, IGNORANT, AND SAVAGE.

YOU FORGOT ILLITERATE AND INBRED.

THE ONLY WAY

TO PRESERVE OUR WAY OF LIFE UP HERE

IS TO KEEP YOUR WAY OF LIFE DOWN THERE.

THAT IS THE WAY THAT YOU KILL SOMETHING, BY SHUTTING IT UP.

YOU KNOW WHAT?

YOU JUST DON'T UNDERSTAND, AND YOU NEVER WILL.

WE JUST WANT TO BE LEFT ALONE.

SEE?

THEN THE MOUNTAIN WAYS WILL DIE.

WE'LL SEE.

I DON'T WANT TO FIGHT WITH YOU.

WELL, ME NEITHER.

WE JUST KEEP GETTING OFF

ON THE WRONG FOOT, DON'T WE?

GOOD NIGHT.

CAN I TAKE MY WRONG FEET AND WALK YOU HOME?

NO. I CAN FIND MY OWN WAY, THANK YOU.

I PROMISED MISS ELNA.

WELL, IN CASE YOU HADN'T NOTICED,

I AM THE BIG SISTER.

NOT ELNA.

OH, I'D NOTICED.

I'D NOTICED.

WHOA! WHOA!

OH!

HERE YOU GO.

WHY WON'T YOU ADMIT IT WAS YOU--GIVE ME THAT.

IT WAS YOU.

IT WASN'T ME.

IT HAD TO BE THE PANTHER.

EITHER THAT OR MAYBE YOU...

MAYBE YOU IMAGINED IT.

I DID NOT IMAGINE IT.

IT WAS AS REAL AS YOU AND ME.

OH!

WHY AREN'T YOU MARRIED?

WHY AREN'T YOU?

I'VE BEEN MARRIED TWICE.

MY SECOND WIFE DIED OF LUNG FEVER.

I'M SORRY.

I'M A JINX FOR A WOMAN, LILY.

I'M NOT YOUR AVERAGE WOMAN.

YOU'RE NOT, ARE YOU?

Deladis: ♪ OH HOLIDAY, OH HOLY DAY ♪

♪ THE FIRST DAY OF THE YEAR ♪

♪ LITTLE MATTHY GROVES TO CHURCH HE GOES ♪

♪ FOR SOME HOLY WORDS TO HEAR ♪

♪ HEAR, SOME HOLY WORDS TO HEAR ♪

COME ON, DOC. YOU KNOW THIS ONE.

♪ HE SPIED SOME WOMEN DRESSED IN BLACK AS THEY CAME INTO VIEW ♪

♪ LORD DANIEL'S WIFE WAS GAILY CLAD, THE FLOWER OF THE FEW ♪

♪ FEW, THE FLOWER OF THE FEW

♪ SHE STEPPED UP TO LITTLE MATTHY GROVES ♪

♪ HER EYES CAST ON THE GROUND

♪ OH PLEASE, OH PLEASE COME WITH ME ♪

♪ STAY AS YOU PASS THROUGH THIS TOWN ♪

♪ TOWN, AS YOU PASS THROUGH THIS TOWN ♪

LADY? YOU ARE OFFICIALLY MY ASSISTANT NOW,

AND IT'S GOING TO SAY SO IN MY BOOK.

♪ OH, WHAT IS THIS, SAID LITTLE MATTHY GROVES ♪

♪ AS HE SAT UP IN BED

♪ I FEAR IT IS YOUR HUSBAND'S MAN, AND I WILL SOON BE DEAD ♪

♪ DEAD, AND I WILL SOON BE DEAD ♪

♪ BUT LITTLE MATTHY GROVES, HE LAY BACK DOWN ♪

♪ AND SOON FELL OFF TO SLEEP ♪

♪ WHEN HE WOKE UP, LORD DANIEL WAS STANDING AT HIS BED FEET ♪

♪ FEET, STANDING AT HIS BED FEET ♪

♪ SAYING, HOW DO YOU LIKE MY SNOW WHITE PILLOW ♪

♪ SAYING, HOW DO YOU LIKE MY SHEETS? ♪

♪ SAYING, HOW DO YOU LIKE MY PRETTY LITTLE WOMAN ♪

♪ THAT'S LAYING IN YOUR ARMS ASLEEP ♪

♪ SLEEP, LAYING IN YOUR ARMS ASLEEP ♪

♪ THE FIRST SWING THAT LITTLE MATTHY MADE ♪

♪ IT HURT LORD DANIEL SORE

♪ THE NEXT SWING THAT LORD DANIEL MADE ♪

♪ LITTLE MATTHY HIT THE FLOOR

♪ FLOOR, LITTLE MATTHY HIT THE FLOOR ♪

WHAT DO YOU WANT?

UH...

PARLEY GENTRY SENT US.

MY NAME IS LILY PENLERIC.

WE ARE LOOKING FOR UNCLE CRATIS.

WHAT FOR?

I'M A SONG COLLECTOR.

PARLEY SAYS THAT UNCLE CRATIS KNOWS

ABOUT EVERY LOVE SONG THERE IS.

WE'RE MAKING A BOOK.

CRATIS GOT RELIGION.

HE DON'T DO NO SINGING NO MORE.

WELL, PERHAPS IF I SPOKE WITH HIM.

CRATIS.

♪ UNCLE CRATIS

YOU'RE GOING TO BURN IN HELL, JOSIE MOORE.

MR. KINCAID?

DO I KNOW YOU, WOMAN?

I'M YOUR WIFE'S FRIEND.

YOU ALL GO ON.

WE GOT NO SONGS HERE.

YOUR FAMILY NEEDS YOU, MR. KINCAID.

REESE BELONGS HERE WITH ME.

GO ON.

Alice: HOW CAN I THANK YOU?

Lily: ALICE, YOU DON'T HAVE TO.

I'VE BARELY BEEN ABLE TO KEEP BODY AND SOUL TOGETHER

SINCE REESE LEFT AGAIN.

AND PEOPLE BEEN HELPING OUT AS BEST THEY CAN, BUT...

Lily: WELL, NOW THAT CLEMENTINE MCFARLAND'S

COLLECTING YOUR PAINTINGS,

OTHERS WILL AS WELL.

YOU KNOW, MAYBE I SHOULD TAKE THE CHILDREN

DOWN TO ASHEVILLE.

I MEAN, IF WHAT YOU SAY IS TRUE,

I COULD PROVIDE FOR US IN A BIG TOWN.

HELLO, ALICE.

DADDY?

Alice: REESE!

Children: DADDY, DADDY.

WELL, HEY, BIG MAN.

HEY, LITTLE BETH.

HEY.

HEY.

YOU LOOK PRETTY TODAY, ALICE.

UH, YOU REMEMBER DR. PENLERIC, DON'T YOU?

MR. KINCAID.

HEY, DEL.

HEY.

HEY, DEL.

"IT IS...

IT IS DEP... DEP..."

WHAT ARE YOU DOING READING OTHER PEOPLE'S WRITING?

"IT IS DEPLORABLE...

"DEPLORABLE THAT THE LITERATURE OF THE BALLAD

"HAS ATTRACTED SO MUCH MORE ATTENTION THAN THE MUSIC.

"THE TWO ELEMENTS SHOULD NEVER BE DISASSOCIATED.

"THE MUSIC AND TEXT ARE ONE AND INDIVISIBLE,

"AND TO SEVER ONE FROM THE OTHER

IS TO REMOVE THE PRICELESS GEM FROM ITS BEAUTIFUL SETTING."

WHAT ARE YOU LAUGHING AT?

SHE'S JUST SAYING OUR SONGS ARE FINER THAN FROG HAIR.

YOU'RE GOING SOFT IN THE HEAD, TOM.

YEAH, MAYBE.

Tom: LADIES.

HELLO.

WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?

UH...I-I BROUGHT YOU SOMETHING.

YOU SHOULDN'T HAVE.

WELL, I DID.

WARM TODAY, HUH? YES.

Elna: TOM.

WHY DON'T YOU ADVISE MY SISTER

TO JOIN US AT THE PICNIC THIS AFTERNOON?

I HAVEN'T HAD ANY LUCK.

PERHAPS YOU MIGHT.

WHAT? AND LEAVE HER WORK?

Harriet: DELADIS?

ARE YOU READY?

UMM...

I AIN'T GOIN'.

IT'S TOO HOT AND MUGGY FOR A PICNIC.

ALL RIGHT. SUIT YOURSELF.

LET ME SHOW YOU THIS HERE NOTER.

A WHAT?

NOTER. YOU TAKE THAT IN YOUR LEFT HAND

AND YOU PLAY THESE STRINGS.

LET'S GO FOR A WALK.

AH, YES.

WE'LL LEAVE YOU TWO TO YOUR MUSIC LESSON.

Tom: YOU KNOW, IT AIN'T NONE OF MY BUSINESS, BUT, UH...

MISS HARRIET AND MISS ELNA...

THEY'RE, UMM...

WHAT?

SWEETHEARTS, I GUESS YOU CALL IT.

DON'T BE RIDICULOUS.

WELL, LISTEN, IT DON'T BOTHER ME NONE.

I KNOW IT RILES MOST PEOPLE RIGHT UP.

IT DON'T BOTHER ME NONE.

Lily: I'M SURE IT'S ONLY BECAUSE THEY'RE SO ISOLATED.

WHO ELSE WOULD THEY BE WITH?

WELL, CERTAINLY NOT A MOUNTAIN MAN.

I SEE YOU TWO.

NOW, YOU QUIT THAT.

Fate: HEY, JOHNSON.

I GOT A LETTER HERE FOR THE DOCTOR.

SHE AIN'T HERE RIGHT NOW, BUT YOU CAN LEAVE IT.

NO, NO. YOU SEE THIS HERE WORD?

THAT MEANS IT'S IMPORTANT,

AND SHE'S GOT TO GET IT RIGHT AWAY.

URGENT?

I CAN READ.

SHE'S GONE OVER TO ALTON'S CREEK.

I'LL TAKE IT OVER.

YOU DO THAT FOR ME, OLD FATE?

SURE, JOHNSON, SURE.

I'LL GO WITH YOU.

NO. YOU STAY HERE.

WHY? BECAUSE I SAID.

UH-UH. I'M COMING WITH YOU.

NOW, YOU DELIVER IT INTO HER OWN HANDS.

OH, I WILL, I WILL.

THANK YOU.

BYE. BYE.

Fate: SURE, I'LL DELIVER THE LETTER, DOC.

YOU CAN'T DO THAT. THAT'S DOC'S LETTER.

YOU GIVE ME THAT.

COME AND GET IT.

DEL! YOU COME BACK HERE!

DEL?

OH, GOD.

OH, GOD.

OH, GOD. NO!

ELNA, WE HAVE TO GET BACK TO THE SCHOOL. ELNA!

FATE!

ELNA!

JOHNSON SAID IT WAS URGENT.

Wallace, voice-over: DEAR LILY...

IT IS WITH GREAT PRIDE THAT I WRITE.

I TOOK THE LIBERTY

OF SHOWING THE BALLADS YOU SENT ME TO CYRUS WHITTLE.

HE IMMEDIATELY CONFIRMED THE IMPORTANCE OF YOUR DISCOVERY,

AND THINKS IT IMPERATIVE

THAT THE BALLADS BE COLLECTED URGENTLY.

THE DEAN HAS SECURED THE FUNDS.

YOU'LL BE THRILLED TO KNOW THAT WHITTLE HIMSELF

INTENDS TO COLLECT THE SONGS

AND INSISTED THAT YOU CONTINUE AS HIS ASSISTANT.

ASSISTANT!

Voice-over: PLEASE RESPOND IMMEDIATELY.

REGARDS, WALLACE.

UNCLE CRATIS IS PREACHING THE GOSPEL TOMORROW.

YES, DEAR.

CAN I WEAR MY NEW GREEN CALICO?

Elna: HARRIET, NO! RUN!

RUN! RUN!

OH, MY GOD!

OH, MY GLASSES!

NO, NO.

LILY!

LILY!

GOOD-BYE, MY DARLING GIRL.

Tom: OH, GOOD LORD.

GO AWAY.

ELNA?

HOW AM I GOING TO LIVE WITHOUT HER?

PERHAPS YOU COULD FIND HER.

SHE SWORE IF ANYONE EVER FOUND OUT,

SHE'D DISAPPEAR.

MY HARRIET...

I'M SORRY.

I'M SO SORRY.

HEY, DOC! LOOK!

DOC!

Uncle Cratis: Y'ALL DON'T HAVE TO BELIEVE ME,

BUT YOU GOTTA BELIEVE THE WORD OF GOD.

NOW I KNOW YOU BELIEVE IN THE BIBLE,

AND THE BIBLE SAYS, "FOR HER SINS HAVE REACHED UNTO HEAVEN,

"AND GOD HATH REMEMBERED HER INIQUITIES.

"THEREFORE SHALL HER PLAGUES COME IN ONE DAY:

"DEATH AND MOURNING AND FAMINE,

"AND SHE SHALL BE UTTERLY

DESTROYED WITH FIRE."

AMEN! GLORY!

"FOR STRONG IS THE LORD GOD THAT JUDGETH HER."

AMEN.

WHERE DID YOU GET TO? I WAS LOOKING FOR YOU!

THOU HAST POLLUTED THE LAND WITH THY WHOREDOMS

AND WITH THY WICKEDNESS!

AMEN!

I'M GONNA BUST YOU UP, HILLIARD!

TOM!

THEY'RE THE WHORES OF BABYLON

COME TO TEMPT US, TOM!

NOW, THAT SNAKE RIGHT THERE

AND THAT LITTLE WEASEL

RIGHT NEXT TO HIM,

THEY'RE THE ONES

WHO SET FIRE TO THE SCHOOL!

AND ALL THIS WHILE THEM WOMEN AND CHILDREN

WERE STILL INSIDE!

THEY'RE EVIL WOMEN!

Tom: ARE YOU GONNA LISTEN TO THEM,

OR ARE YOU GONNA LISTEN TO ME?

I AM ASHAMED OF YOU BOYS!

I AIN'T NEVER SEEN NOTHING BUT GOOD

COME OUT OF THAT SCHOOL.

THEM WOMEN WERE SENT BY THE DEVIL HISSELF!

ONLY WICKEDNESS COMES OF BOOK LEARNING.

AMEN!

CRATIS!

I AIN'T NEVER HAD A CHANCE TO LEARN NOTHIN',

AND MY KIDS AIN'T NEITHER,

'CAUSE THEY'S ALWAYS WORKING TOO HARD,

KEEPING FOOD ON THE TABLE.

BUT I GOT GRANDBABIES AS SMART AS ANY OTHERS,

AND I WANT THEM TO HAVE A CHANCE.

Cratis: THAT'S THE DEVIL SPEAKING THROUGH HIM!

Men: AMEN! AMEN!

REESE KINCAID!

YOU SAID YOU'D NEVER LEAVE ME.

JOSIE!

Tom: ♪ DAYLIGHT IT COMES

♪ ON A POISON THORN

♪ IN A DRESS

♪ DIRTY AND TORN

♪ YOUNG'UNS IN BED

♪ AS THE BLACK CROW FLIES

♪ MAMA'S WEEPING

♪ HEAR THE MOUNTAINS CRY

♪ THERE WAS ANOTHER

♪ A WILDER FLOWER

♪ COLD WAS HER HEART

♪ IN ITS DARKEST HOUR

♪ TEARS ON THE GROUND

♪ WHERE HER LOVE DID DIE

♪ 'NEATH THE BLOODY MOON

♪ HEAR THE MOUNTAINS CRY

♪ OH, DIG HIS GRAVE

♪ WHERE THE ROADS MEET

♪ SET A JUG OF WHISKEY

♪ FOR HIS THIRSTY FEET

♪ AND LAY TWO PENNIES

♪ ON HIS ROVING EYES

♪ TWO WOMEN WAIL

♪ AS THE MOUNTAINS CRY

THANK YOU, DEAR.

ELNA, WILL YOU BE ALL RIGHT IF I LEAVE?

SO SOON?

WHY DON'T YOU COME WITH ME?

YOU CAN LIVE AS YOU PLEASE IN A BIG CITY.

I'VE THOUGHT ABOUT IT.

I WANT TO REOPEN THE SCHOOL.

I WAS THINKING ABOUT ASKING YOU TO STAY WITH ME.

WE NEED ANOTHER TEACHER.

I DIDN'T THINK YOU WOULD.

I SHALL MISS YOU...

Tom: ♪ OH, THE WIND BLOWS WEARY ♪

MY LITTLE ELF.

♪ IN THE WAILER'S EYES

I'LL MISS YOU, TOO.

♪ RIVERS OF SORROW

♪ WHEN THE MOUNTAINS CRY

♪ RIVERS OF SORROW

♪ WHEN THE MOUNTAINS CRY

I'M SORRY.

I'M SORRY, TOO.

I'M SORRY ABOUT THAT SCHOOL.

I'M SORRY ABOUT YOUR BOOK.

YOU MADE MOST OF US FEEL REAL PROUD.

THANK YOU.

I'M SURE SOMEONE ELSE WILL COME

AND WRITE DOWN ALL THE SONGS.

YOU GIVING UP?

MMM-HMM.

I REALIZE THAT IT WAS THE VOICES SINGING THEM

THAT I WANTED EVERYONE TO HEAR.

YOU GOING BACK TO YOUR UNIVERSITY, THEN?

NO, NO, I DON'T THINK SO.

WHERE ARE YOU GOING?

I'M NOT SURE, UM...

COME WITH ME?

HOW WOULD I EARN A LIVING DOWN THE MOUNTAIN?

WITH YOUR MUSIC.

I COULDN'T TAKE CARE OF YOU RIGHT, DOING THIS.

THEN WORK IN A COAL MINE.

NO, I DID THAT ONCE, AND I GUARANTEE YOU,

I NEVER EVER WILL AGAIN.

SO YOU'RE JUST CONTENT TO SIT ON A MOUNTAIN

AND HIDE YOUR HEAD IN A JUG, IS THAT IT?

A MAN'S MEANT TO PROVIDE

FOR HIS WIFE AND HIS FAMILY, LILY.

YOU WERE MEANT TO MAKE MUSIC.

AND BESIDES WHICH,

I DON'T WANT YOU TO TAKE CARE OF ME.

AND I DO HAVE A PLAN.

WELL, OF COURSE YOU DO.

DID YOU EVER HAVE A DAY WITHOUT A PLAN?

IT INCLUDES YOU, TOM. DO YOU WANT TO HEAR IT?

GO ON.

WELL, UM, NOWADAYS,

PHONOGRAPHS, THEY ONLY COST ABOUT $10.

AND I THINK THAT SOON

EVERYONE IS GOING TO HAVE ONE.

I WAS THINKING THAT WE COULD

MAKE CYLINDERS OF MOUNTAIN MUSIC

AND SELL THEM.

WHO THE HELL WOULD BUY THEM?

OH, I THINK EVERYONE WOULD.

I KNOW THEY WOULD, TOM.

THE WAY THE MUSIC MAKES YOU FEEL,

OF COURSE THEY WOULD.

LILY, YOU'RE JUST ABOUT AS CRAZY AS--

HEY! WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?

GO ON, BEFORE I SHOOT YOU.

I WANT TO TALK TO DELADIS.

Fate: DEL, I COME TO GET YOU TO BE MY WIFE.

I DON'T WANT NO PART OF YOU.

IF YOU DON'T TAKE ME NOW, I'M MARRYING POLLY.

I WENT TO THE WOODS...

AND THE KNOT DIDN'T HOLD.

YOU'RE POLLY'S NOW.

I LOVE YOU, CHILD.

Tom: HEY, DEL...

WE'RE GOING DOWN THE MOUNTAIN.

YOU WANT TO COME WITH US?

WE'RE GOING TO MAKE CYLINDERS

OF MOUNTAIN MUSIC TO SELL TO OUTLANDERS.

WHAT?

ISN'T THAT THE CRAZIEST THING

YOU EVER HEARD?

IT'S THE CRAZIEST.

OF COURSE SHE'LL COME WITH YOU.

GRANNY?

TOM, I'LL BE FINE.

I'LL BE RIGHT HERE

WHEN YOU COME BACK TO VISIT.

Tom: WHY DON'T YOU BACK UP A WAYS

TILL ONE OF US CAN PULL OVER?

PERHAPS I'D BETTER GET OUT.

ARE YOU CYRUS WHITTLE?

YES, YES, I AM. WHO ARE YOU?

I'M LILY PENLERIC.

LILY PENLERIC? WELL, HOW MARVELOUS!

I WAS JUST ON MY WAY TO MEET YOU.

DIDN'T YOU GET PROFESSOR ALDRICH'S LETTER?

Lily: YES, I DID, BUT I DIDN'T REALIZE

YOU WERE COMING IMMEDIATELY.

THE WORK IS URGENT.

YOUR DISCOVERY IS TOO GREAT.

THE COLLECTION MUST BE MOVED FORWARD

AS EXPEDITIOUSLY AS POSSIBLE.

THAT'S WHY I'M HERE

IN HOPES OF BEING ABLE TO ASSIST YOU.

ASSISTING ME?

I TOLD ALDRICH TO ASK YOUR PERMISSION.

I MADE MYSELF QUITE CLEAR TO THE DEAN.

I AM ONLY HERE TO FACILITATE AND COOPERATE

IN THE COMPLETION OF THE COLLECTION

OF THIS VAST BODY OF SONGS.

THERE IS NO COLLECTION

BEYOND THE 10 SONGS THAT I SENT PROFESSOR ALDRICH.

WHAT? ALL THIS TIME, YOU MEAN...

WAS DESTROYED IN A FIRE.

OHH, I CAN'T BEAR IT.

I'M AFRAID SO,

ALONG WITH MY PHONOGRAPH RECORDINGS.

OH, MY LORD! PHONOGRAPH, YOU SAY?

MM-HMM.

I HAD NO IDEA IT WAS FEASIBLE

TO LUG A PHONOGRAPH INTO THE WILDERNESS.

IT ISN'T.

WELL, IN THAT CASE,

IT IS VERY FORTUITOUS THAT I'M HERE, ISN'T IT?

WE CAN START AGAIN, YOU AND I.

THANK YOU, PROFESSOR WHITTLE,

BUT I'M AFRAID I HAVE OTHER PLANS.

WHAT ON EARTH COULD BE MORE IMPORTANT

THAN THIS COLLECTION OF SONGS?

I BEQUEATH THE COLLECTION

OF THE MOUNTAIN BALLADS TO YOU.

TO ME?

WELL, HOW AM I GOING TO WORK WITHOUT YOU?

AH...

WELL, WHEN YOU GET TO BEAR CREEK,

ASK FOR VINEY BUTLER.

TELL VINEY THAT TOM, LILY, AND DELADIS

SAID THAT YOU'RE A VERY NICE MAN

AND SHE SHOULD HELP YOU.

WHO? DELADIS?

DELADIS.

Lily: VINEY BUTLER.

SHE KNOWS DOZENS OF SONGS. SHE WILL HELP YOU.

VERY WELL, PROFESSOR,

BUT I MUST ASSURE YOU THAT I INTEND

TO PUBLISH THESE SONGS UNDER BOTH OUR NAMES.

YOURS FIRST, OF COURSE.

IT'S PENLERIC-- THAT'S ONE N AND NO K.

♪ 'TWAS IN THE MERRY MONTH OF MAY ♪

♪ WHEN ALL GAY FLOWERS WERE BLOOMIN' ♪

♪ SWEET WILLIAM ON HIS DEATHBED LAY ♪

♪ FOR THE LOVE OF BARBARA ALLEN ♪

♪ HE SENT HIS SERVANT TO THE TOWN ♪

♪ TO THE PLACE WHERE SHE WAS DWELLING ♪

♪ SAYING, YOU MUST COME TO MY MASTER'S HOUSE ♪

♪ IF YOUR NAME BE BARBARA ALLEN ♪

♪ SO SLOWLY, SLOWLY SHE GETS UP ♪

♪ AND TO HIS BEDSIDE GOING

♪ SHE DREW THE CURTAINS TO ONE SIDE ♪

♪ AND SAYS, YOUNG MAN, YOU'RE DYING ♪

♪ I KNOW I'M SICK, AND VERY SICK ♪

♪ AND SORROW DWELLS WITHIN ME

♪ NO BETTER, NO BETTER I NEVER WILL BE ♪

♪ TILL I HAVE BARBARA ALLEN

♪ DON'T YOU REMEMBER LAST SATURDAY NIGHT ♪

♪ WHEN I WAS AT THE TAVERN

♪ YOU GAVE YOUR DRINKS TO THE LADIES ALL ♪

♪ BUT YOU SLIGHTED BARBARA ALLEN ♪

♪ HE REACHED UP HIS PALE, WHITE HANDS ♪

♪ INTENDING FOR TO TOUCH HER

♪ SHE TURNED AWAY FROM HIS BEDSIDE ♪

♪ AND SAYS, YOUNG MAN, I WON'T HAVE YOU ♪

♪ HE TURNED HIS CHEEK UNTO THE WALL ♪

♪ AND BURSTED OUT A-CRYING

♪ ADIEU TO THEE, ADIEU TO ALL

♪ AND ADIEU TO BARBARA ALLEN

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CAPTIONED BY THE NATIONAL CAPTIONING INSTITUTE --www.ncicap.org--

♪ SHE HAD NOT MORE THAN REACHED THE TOWN ♪

♪ SHE HEARD THE DEATH BELLS RINGING ♪

♪ AND AS THEY RUNG THEY SEEMED TO SAY ♪

♪ HARDHEARTED BARBARA ALLEN

♪ O MOTHER, O MOTHER, GO MAKE MY BED ♪

♪ MAKE IT BOTH LONG AND NARROW

♪ SWEET WILLIAM DIED FOR ME TODAY ♪

♪ I'LL DIE FOR HIM TOMORROW

♪ SWEET WILLIAM WAS BURIED IN THE OLD CHURCH YARD ♪

♪ AND BARBARA THERE LAY NIGH HIM ♪

♪ AND OUT OF HIS GRAVE GREW A RED, RED ROSE ♪

♪ AND OUT OF HERS, A BRIAR

♪ THEY GREW AND GREW TO THE OLD CHURCH GATE ♪

♪ WHERE THEY COULD GROW NO HIGHER ♪

♪ AND THERE THEY TIED IN A TRUE LOVE KNOT ♪

♪ THE ROSE WRAPPED ROUND THE BRIAR ♪