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Brewster; Ballads and Songs of Indiana 205
6. I took her by the little white hand
And led her to the place; I drew a stick from off the fence And struck her in the face.
7. She fell on her bended knees
And did for mercy cry: "O pity me, kind sir,
For I am not fit to die!"
8. I paid no heed to what she said,
But only struck her more, Until I had taken her sw^eet life Which I could ne'er restore.
9. I took her by the coal-black hair;
To cover up my sin I dragged her to the riverside And there I plunged her in.
10. The next day she was sought for,
But nowhere could be found,
While I in my chamber..........
In my chamber bound.
11. Her sister swore against me;
She said there was no doubt But that I had taken her sweet life; She seen me lead her out.
12. I confess that I am guilty;
I tell to the world the truth. Farewell to lovely Anna I I die for killing Ruth.
13. So the people gathered around me
To see me depart this life; Farewell to lovely Anna, My own intended wife! |
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