Sung by: Fleecy Fox
Recorded in Pangburn, AR 7/29/63

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Last Saturday night, two weeks ago,
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 spite.

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 knee she knelt;
For mercy she did cry.
“For Heaven’s sakes, don’t murder me;
I’m not prepared to die.”

But 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 swelling, burning in my breast
Seemed 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.

Also found in Randolph, Vol. II, #150, “The Noel Girl”; Brown, Vol. II, #65, “The Lexington Murder”; Belden, p. 133, “The Oxford Girl.”

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