Coll. by Max Hunter Dubbed by M.C. Parler
Mrs. George Ripley Milford, Mo.
Dec. 14, 1959
Reel 348, Item 5
The Knoxville Girl
My parents raised me tenderly And bound me to a mill,
I served my time out seven long years, Which went against my will.
I fell in love with the Knoxville girl, With dark and roguish eyes,
I promised that I'd marry her,
Some night with me she'd fly.
I went into her sister's room
I asked her to take a walk with me And view the meadows gay,
And there we'd sit and friendly talk And name the happy day.
So along we walked with hand in hand Till we came to Knoxville town,
I drew a knife from out my belt And struck the fair one down.
She fen upon her bended knees,
For mercy she did cry,
For heaven's sake, don't murder me, I'm not prepared to die.
I grasped her in my arms so cold And kissed her cheeks and chin,
Just as the rolling tide came by,
I gentry tossed her in.
She how she sinks! see how she dies!
On the deep and rolling tide,
Instead of being there tonight She should have been my bride.
I then returned to my master's room About nine o'clock that night,
My master rose and let me in By the lighting of a match.
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My master then close questioned me What stained my hands and clothes. The answer that I gave to him Was bleeding at the nose.
Next morning I was taken down,
Bound down in iron so cold;
Her sister swore my life away,
Which grief I could not hold.
Come all you bold and reckless boys, And do the girls no harm;
For if you do you sure will rue The day that you were born.
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