(Communicated by Miss Julia Stokes who recorded the song from the singing
of Hazel Winters, White Pine, Avery County, North Carolina, May 1932)
Little Gladys Kincaid,
A girl we all knew well,
She started back to her home
To where her mother dwell
And on her way she met a girl
And stopped her for a talk
And while they was a-standing there
Up Brodus Miller walked.
He walked out to a patch of wood
Where Gladys had to go,
There went that awful brutal man
That shine we all well know.
Her brother went to find her
He was by himself alone.
The only way he found this girl
Was by her awful moan.
Oh, this is my dear sister!
I wonder who did this crime?
It must have been Brodus Miller
For he come up this line.
They put a reward out for that man,
The one who slayed the girl.
We’re going to have that negro brute
If we have to search this world.
Oh, this beats all I ever heard
In all this wide, wide world--
The idea of a Negro beast
Killing a poor white girl.
They put the blood hounds after him--
The detectives, sheriffs and all.
The final place they found this shine
Was down at Linville Falls.
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