MacEdward Leach and the Songs of Atlantic Canada
Cold Iron Door
Mrs. Ambrose Coombs NFLD 2 Tape 4A Track 6
Biscay Bay Audio:
Ballad

LEACH: All right
Mrs. Coombs (sings):

They tell me in your letters sweetheart that we can never wed
To make me your bride would hurt their pride you must marry an Earl instead
Their riches they say they will never share with me because I am poor
So let them place you in a ceIl behind a cold iron door

My love for you will ne'er ne'er die this fight l will carry it through
It's written that where there's a will there 's a way and someday the skies will be blue
I pray to the maker in heaven each night l know you've been praying for me
That he guides every step to the end of the trail where love meets and I’ll set you free

He tunnelled his way neath the cold dreary ground each night he made his way
A race against time for soon he must find before her dark wedding day
At length a faint weary cry he heard his fight for love it was o'er
Thank God I’ve reached you my darling he cried l struck the cold iron door

One mighty blast when behold and at last the big gate swung far aside
Imprisoned there like some lonely bird l found my future bride
Although they took you away from my arms you've been punished for loving the poor
Thank God my love for you at last have entered the cold iron door


Notes


Text: Written from the (male) point of view of an unhappy lover who is not permitted to marry his true love because he is poor.  The parents of his love have promised her to another man, however, he determines to rescue her from this arranged marriage.
 
Tune: A lilting tune in 6/8 time.  The form is AABA and the scale is major.

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