THE OXFORD GIRL
T'was in the city of Oxford Where I did live and dwell.
'Twas in the city of Nero I owned a flour mill.
It was there I courted an Oxford girl With dark and rolling eyes.
I kindly ask her to walk (marry) me 'Twas all to her surprise I kindly ask her to walk with me Down by the river side.
We walked oer hills and valleys Till we came to level ground 'Twas there I picked me up a fence stick And knocked her to the ground.
She fell upon her bended knees For mercy she did cry,
Oh Johnny, my dear, don't murder me here For I'm not prepared to die.
I paid no heed to her mournful cries,
But laid them on the more,
Until the ground was covered Just covered all o'er in blood.
I took her by her yellow locks I drew her O'er the ground I threw her in the water Which flowed thru Oxford town.
Lie there, Lie there you Oxford girl Lie there until you drowned Lie there, Lie there yon Oxford girl To you I'll never be bound.
'Twas nine o'clock or after When I reached my home that night My mother sitting by the fireside Got in a terrible fright.
Oh son, Oh son, what have you done That bloodied your hands and clothes?
The only answer I gave her I'd been bleeding at the nose.
I called for a candle to light me off to bed Also a napkin to bind my aching head Rolling and tumbling no comfort could I see With the flames of hell before me and The Oxford girl behind.
Sung by Mr. George Marshall Collected by Ellen G. Ledbetter Poteau, Okla.
For M. C. Parler June 25, 1960
Reel 386; Item 2The Oxford Girl continued
'Twas ten O'clock next morning When the Oxford girl was found A-floating in the water Which flows through Oxford town.
Her sister swore my life away She swore without s doubt,
She swore that I was the very man That token her sister's life.
So come all you young people Take warning unto me.
Never murder your own true love,
For if you do it will bother you Until the day you die.
And more than that they will hang you On some big scaffold high.
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