| Lyrics: | THE OLD SHAWNEE
I ask my love to take a walk,
To take a walk a little way;
And
as we walk we'll sweetly talk
0f when shall be the wedding day.
Then only say that
you'll be mine,
And your home shall happy be,
Where the silent waters roll,
On
the banks of the old Shawnee.
She said, "To that I'll ne'er consent,"
And he says,
"Your life I'll take."
"My life you'll take instead of me,
For I ne'er shall give
away."
He drew a knife across her breast,
And in anger she did cry,
"O Willie
dear, don't murder me,
For I am not fit to die!"
He took her by her long black
hair,
And he threw her on the ground,
And drew her to the river side,
And left her
alone to die.
Tune not supplied; sings to Banks of the Ohio
@murder @river
from
Louise Pound, "American Ballads and Songs"
filename[ BANOHIO3
play.exe
BNKSOHIO
SF
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