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i My tender parents who brought me here Provided for me well. And in the city of Lexington They put me in the mill.
2 'Twas there I spied a fair young miss, She had dark rolling eyes,
I asked her if she would marry me, And she believed my lies.
3 Three weeks ago last Saturday night, Of course it was the day,
The devil put it in my heart To take her sweet life away.
4 I went down to her sister's house At eight o'clock last night 5
And she, the poor girl, seemed to think At her I had a slight.
5 I asked her if she would take a walk A little way with me,
That we might have a little talk About our wedding day.
6 We walked along both side by side Till we come to a silent place $
I took a stick from off the fence And struck her in the face.
7 She fell down on her bended knee And loud for mercy did cry,,
"For heaven's sake, don't murder me, I'm unprepared to die."
8 I heeded not her mercy cry, But struck her all the more,
. Till I saw the^innocent blood That I could never restore. |
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