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7.0 pappy, O pappy, What shall I do? I have lost all my money, And killed poor Laury too.
8.0 mammy, O mammy, Oh, don't you weep, nor cry; I have killed poor Laury Foster And you know I am bound to die.
9. Oh, what my mammy told me Is about to come to pass: That drinking and the women Would be my ruin at last.
Obtained from Mr. C. L. Franklin, the son of Mrs. William Franklin.
The four stanzas recalled by Mr. Franklin vary very slightly from stanzas 1, 5, 7, and 9 of v4, but 7 is put before 9 in J9, becoming there 3 and 4 re­spectively.
1. Bow your head, Tom Dooley, Oh, bow your head and cry; You killed poor Laura Foster And you know you're bound to die.
2. They had my trial at Wilkesboro And what do you reckon they done ? They bound me over to Statesville And that's where I'll be hung.
3. Mama, oh, dear mama,
Your words have come to pass: Drinking and the women Would be my ruin at last.
4. Oh, papa, dear papa, Oh, what can I do ? I've lost all my money And killed poor Laura too.

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