THE WAXFORD GIRL
(THE NOEL GIRL; THE OXFORD GIRL;
THE LEXINGTON MURDER)
Sung by: John Harrell, Nancy Ruth,
and Harrell Vocham
Recorded in Marshall, AR 6/14/63
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I used to live and dwell.
There was a town of Waxford;
I owned a flour mill.
I fell in love with a nice young girl
With a dark and rolling eye.
I asked her to take a walk with me
Out o'er the meadow so fair.
We walked along and we talked along
'Til we came to level ground.
I picked me up a stick of edge
And knocked this poor girl down.
She downed upon her bending knees;
For mercy she did cry,
Saying, "Willy, dear, don't murder me here.
I'm not prepared to die."
I . . . not a word she said;
I beat her all the more.
I beat her 'til the ground all around
Was a-covered in the blood and gore.
I picked her up by her own curly hair;
And slung her 'round and 'round.
I threw her in the riverside
That runs through Waxford town.
It was twelve o'clock or after
When I got home that night.
My mother being worried,
She woke all in a fright.
Saying, "Son, dear son, what have you done
That's bloodied your hands and clothes?'
The answer that I gave to her
Was bleeding at the nose.
It was a week or after,
This Waxford girl was found
A-floating down the river
That run through Waxford town.
Her sister swore my life away
Without a fear or doubt.
She swore that I was the same young man
That took her sister out.
(Nancy Ruth: "That's it."
Mr. Harrell: "No, there's a little more that I forgot. I forgot it. That's about it.")
They taken me up and suspicious,
They swore my life away.
(Nancy Ruth: "That wasn't the way. 'They had me all locked up in Waxford Jail. In something. You know, you need to rehearse a song a couple of times . . .")
Also found in Randolph, Vol. II, #150, "The Noel Girl"; Brown, Vol. II, #65, "The Lexington Murder"; Belden, p. 133, "The Oxford Girl."