Sung by: John Harrell
Recorded in Marshall, AR 6/14/63

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In the town of Nero
I used to live and dwell,
But in the town of Waxford,
I owned a flour mill.

I fell in love with a Waxford girl
With a dark and rolling eye.
I asked her to marry me;
It was her own reply.

We walked down to her sister's house,
A wedding to provide.
I asked her to walk with me
Along the riverside.

We walked, we talked, we walked along
'Til we came to level ground.
I took a stick from 'round the fence
And knocked this lady down.

"Oh John, oh John, what have you done . . ."

(Mr. Harrell: "Nope, I've missed that.
Dr. Wolf: "Well, I can rub it out. Just go ahead."
Mr. Harrell: "Let's see.")

I took her by those yellow locks
And slung her 'round and 'round.
I slung her in the river
That run through Waxford town.

"Lie there, lie there, you Waxford girl.
Lie there, lie there," I cried.
"Lie there, lie there, you Waxford girl.
To me you'll never be tied."

'Twas ten o'clock or after
When I got home that night.
There set my poor old mother,
All in a dreadful fright.

"Oh son, oh son, what have you done
To soil your hands and clothes?"
The answer that I give her
Was a-bleeding at the nose.

I called for a candle
To light me off to bed.
The next for a napkin
To go around my head.

Come, all ye young people,
Take warning of me.
Don't kill your true lover;
It is a cruel deed.

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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