John Garst is an organic chemist and amateur folklorist, professor emeritus at the University of Georgia. He has recently (and very generously) sent me information about several songs that we shall discuss in upcoming posts, but I wanted to share this lyric as soon as I could.
John tells me that this song, "She's Gone, Let Her Go" comes from the Song Book of the Harvard Club of San Francisco, dated 1909. I'm not sure we could find a more Caucasian collection of people. There is no music, but here are the lyrics:
SHE'S GONE, LET HER GO
They say true love is a blessing,
But the blessing I never could see,
For the only girl I ever loved
Has done gone back on me.
Chorus.
She's gone, let her go, God bless her,
For she's mine wherever she may be,
You may roam this wide world all over,
But you'll never find a friend like me.
There may be a change in the weather,
There may be a change in the sea,
There may be a change all over,
But there'll never be a change in me.
It's easy to think of this as the likely inspiration for the song discussed in the entry below.