My love asked me, to take a walk
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Just to walk, a little way
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And as we walked along we talked
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Of when would be our wedding day
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We walked beneath the whispering pines
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His heart was filled with love divine
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And as we neared the riverside
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He asked me when I'd be his bride
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Oh no your bride, I'll never be
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Another one's prepared for me
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And as I drew my hand from his
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His heart was filled with fire divine
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He drew his knife across my breast
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And in his arms I gently pressed
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Willy dear, don't murder me
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For I am not prepared to die
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He took me by my golden curls
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He drug me down to the riverside
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And as he threw me into drown
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He watched me as I floated down
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He started home 'tween twelve and one
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Thinking on the deed he'd done
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Murdered just the one he loved
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Because I would not be his bride
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Banks of the Ohio
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Kristin Hersh |