The Banks of the Ohio




I asked my love to take a walk,
Just a walk a little way,
As we walked, oh how we talked,
All about our wedding day.


And only say that you'll be mine,
In our home we'll happy be.
(And in no other's arms entwine)
Down beside where the waters flow,
Down by the banks of the Ohio.


I held a knife against her breast,
As into my arms she pressed,
She cried, "Oh, Willie, don't you murder me,
I'm not prepared for eternity".


I took her by her lily white hand,
And dragged her down the river strand,
There I threw her in to drown,
I watched her as she floated down.


I started home 'twixt twelve and one,
I cried, "Oh Lord! what have I done?
I killed the girl I loved, you see,
Because she would not marry me.


The very next morn, 'bout half past four,
The Sheriff came knocking at my door,
He said "young man, come with me and go,
Down to the Banks of the Ohio.

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