It was down at old Aunt Betty's They were courting one night, they say, When down came Rosanna's brothers And took young Jonse away. Rosanna's heart was heavy, For she hoped to be his wife, And well she knew her brothers Would take his precious life. She ran to a nearby pasture And catching a horse by the mane, She mounted and rode like a soldier, With neither saddle nor rein. Her golden hair streamed behind her, Her eyes were wild and bright, As she urged her swift steed forward And galloped away in the night. Straight to the Hatfields' stronghold, She rode so fearless and brave, To tell them that Jonse was in danger And beg them his life to save. And the Hatfields rode in a body. They saved young Jonse's life; But never, they said, a Hatfield Should take a McCoy to wife. But the feud is long forgotten And time has healed the sting, As little Bud and Melissy This song of their kinsmen sing. No longer it is forbidden That a fair-haired young McCoy Shall love her dark-eyed neighbor Or marry a Hatfield boy. And the people still remember, Though she never became his bride, The love of these young people And Rosanna's midnight ride. --Coby Preston LEGEND THE ROBIN'S RED BREAST Through the southern mountains the Robin is often called the "Christ Bird" because of this legend. It is also called "Love Bird." The Savior hung upon the cross, His body racked with mortal pain; The blood flowed from His precious wounds And sweat dropped from His brow like rain. A crown of thorns was on His head, The bitter cup He meekly sips; His life is ebbing fast away, A prayer upon His blessed lips. No mercy found He anywhere, He said, "My Father knoweth best." A little bird came fluttering down And hovered near his bleeding breast. It fanned His brow with gentle wings, Into the cup it dipped its beak; And gazed in pity while He hung And bore His pain so calm and meek. At last the bird it flew away And sought the shelter of its nest; Its feathers dyed with crimson stain, The Savior's blood upon its breast.