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Pete Seeger - Banks of the Ohio
I asked my love to take a walk,
Just to walk a little way,
And as we walked and we talked
Of our golden wedding day.
Chorus:
Then only say that you'll be mine,
In no other arms you'll find.
Down beside where the waters flow,
On the banks of the Ohio.
I drew a sword across her breast,
Gently in my arms she pressed,
Crying, "Willie, oh, Willie, don't you murder me,
For I'm unprepared for eternity".
I took her to her lily-white hand,
I led down wherethe waters stand.
I picked her up and pitched her in,
And watched her as she floated down.
I started back home twixt twelve and one,
Crying, "My god, what have I done -
I've murdered the only woman I love
Because she would not be bride".
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