Collected by Merlin Mitchell
Transcribed by Mary C. Parler
Sung by Mrs. Ben Wages
May 27, 1950
Reel 54, Item 1
The Murdered Wife
Come all young men and learn of me,
My sad and mournful history.
I hope you will forgetful be
Of all these days of accounting be (?).
Before I reached my fifteenth year,
My father and my mother dear
Were both laid silent in their grave,
A homeless did their being give (?).
Beneath my uncle's finely (?) roof,
From danger and from sin I live;
Nine of me years I was kindly served,
And good advice I often heard.
I never shall forget the day
When from my home I turned away,
I j'ined a band of recklessness,
And Satan served with earnestness.
And when my uncle did me chide,
I turned away dissatisfied.
I took this to my self a life (?),
I took myself a happy wife.
She was as good and kind to me,
As any woman need to be,
And might have been this very day,
Had I not seen Miss Hattie Gray.
I never shall forget the day,
Miss Hattie stole my heart away.
It was love controlled my will,
And caused me my wife to kill.
'Twas on a pleasant summer night,
When all was still, the stars shone bright,
My wife was lying on her bed,
When I approached to her I said
Here, wife, here is your medicine,
This very day I bought for you.
I am sure it will cure you;
Of those wild pills I gave her two.
The Murdered Wife (Cont.)
Reel 54, Item 1 (Cont.)
She gave to me a tender look,
When in her mouth the poison took,
Down to her baby on her bed,
And to her last long sleep she fled.
And then I feared she was not dead,
Upon her throat my hands I spread,
And deep impressions there I made,
The spirit from her body fled.
My heart was filled so full of woe,
I cried aloud, where shall I go?
How can I leave this lonesome place?
Can I again this wide world face?
The body of my murdered wife
If I could only bring to life,
Oh, I would give up all my store,
I'd die ten thousand times or more.
Her body lays beneath the sod,
I trust her soul is with her God,
And her spirit mingled be
For her sweet face no more I see.
And when I bid you all adieu,
No more on earth will I see you,
But on Canaan's happy place,
I hope will meet with face to face.
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