Collected by Hubert Charles Peterson Sung by Fleecy Fox
For M.C.Parler Leslie, Arkansas.
December 20, 1962. Reel 427, Item 13
Last Saturday night two weeks ago,
O cursed be that day,
Old Satan put it into me To take her life away.
I went down to her sister's house,
At eight o'clock that night,
But what did that little thing Think at her I had a spy.
I asked her if she'd walk with me,
Along the little way,
That we might have a private talk,
About our wedding day.
Hand in hand we walked along,
'Til we came to a desolate place,
I drew a stick from the fence And I struck her in the face.
Down on her bending knees she knelt For mercy she did cry, for heaven's sake,
Don't murder me.
I'm not prepared to die.
But a little attention did I pay,
I beat her all the more,
Until her precious blood was spilt,
More than she could restore.
Then back to the mill I did return,
In hoping to find some rest,
A swellin' burning in my breast,
Seems like a burning hell.
Come all you lovers,
Take warning to this.
Until your lover proves true,
But never let old Satan get the upper hand of you.
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