______ One day on Christmas last
Was a very pleasant day
They devil he per-suaded me
To take her life away
She promised to meet me at her sister's house
T'was eight o'clock that night
So little did that creature think
I owed her any spite
I asked her to take a walk with me
It weren't but a little ways
So all amount _____
And little agree and pint (appoint) the wedding day
I drew a stake all out a fence
I struck her in the face
Oh Lord, Oh Lord don't murder me
I am not fiten to die
While she fell on her bended knee
To wash her sins away
I tuk her by the laid of the head
And drug her to some river near
I left her body there
Straight to the miller's hall I run
And the miller was in a maise.
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