Collected by Merlin Mitchell
Transcribed by Kyle Perrin
Mrs. Dan McCracken(Daughter
Fayetteville, Ark. guitar)
March 3, 1950
The Mill Boy**
My tender parents brought me here, provided for me well,
And in the city of Lexington they placed me in a mill,
There was a pretty fair maiden there, on her I cast an eye,
I told her that I would marry her and she believed a lie.
Last Saturday night three weeks ago, cursed would be the day,
Old Satan put it in my heart to take her life away.
I w ent into her sister's room at eight o'clock one night,
But little did that poor creature think at her I had a spite.
I asked her if she would take a walk just a little piece away,
That we might have a special talk about our w edding day.
We walked together side by side 'til we came to a silent place,
I took a stick up from the fence and hit her in the face.
She bowed down on her bended knees and did for mercy cry,
Oh, Will, oh, Will, don't murder me now for I'm unprepared to die.
I heeded but little to what she said but I only struck her the more,
Until I saw the rivers of(?) blood that I never could restore.
I w ound my hands in her coal black hair as if to hide my sin,
I dragged her to the river side and there I plunged her in.
And on my way back to my mill I met my servant, John,
He asked me why I looked so pale when yet I was so wan(?).
In ... canyon there was so much blood on both a-my hands and clothes,
I answered him with one(?) reply, from bleeding at the nose.
I vent on into my room, thinking of taking a rest,
I felt the very flames of Hades burning in my breast.
It was three weeks, three weeks or more before this maiden was found,
Her body came floating down the little stream that flowed through Lexington.
They taken me upon surprise, no one to go my bail,
They taken me to Lexington and placed me in a jail.
Her sister swore my life away without one fear or doubt,
She swore that I was the very young man that taken her sister out.
Come all you rambling, roving boys, a warning from this take,
And to your loves prove true,
And never let old Satan get the upper hand of you.
**Compare to the Waxward Girl, reel 8, Item 4.
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