Coll. by M.C. Parler Mrs. Donia Cooper
West Fork, Ark.
August 14, 1959
Reel 287-288, Item 19
The Waxfort Girl
’Twas in the town of Waxfort I used to live and dwell,
’Twas in the town of Waxfort I ran a flour mill.
I fell in love with a pretty little girl With a dark and rolling eye.
I told her that I’d marry her if me she’d never deny.
I asked her to take a walk with me Down by the river so gay;
I asked her to take a walk with me,
We’d appoint our wedding day.
We walked along, we talked along,
Till we came to level ground.
I picked up a stick of hedge And I knocked that poor girl down.
She fell upon her bending knees,
For mercy she did cry:
O Willie, O Willie, don’t murder me here,
I’m not prepared to die."
I heeded not a word she said,
But I beat her all the more;
I beat her till the ground all around Was flooding in a bloody gore.
I picked her by the long yellow locks And I swung her around and around;
I threw her in the river that runs through That runs through Waxfort town.
When I got home in the evening About twelve o'clock in the night,
I caused my aged old mother To wake up in a fright.
”O son, O son, what have you done That’s bloodied your hands and clothes?” The answer that I made to her was Was ’’bleeding at the nose.”Reel 387-388, Item 19 Continued
I called for a candle To light me off to bed;
I called for a handkerchief To bind my aching head.
I rolled and I tumbled,
No rest there could I find,
The gates of hell were open And in my eyes did shine.
They took me on suspicion,
Locked me up in Waxfort jail;
No one to be a friend to me,
No one to go my bail.
About a week or later This pretty fair maid was found, A-floating down by the river That runs through Waxfort town.
Her sister swore my life away Without a fear or doubt; She swore I was the very same boy That took her sister out.
