ON THE BANKS OF THE OLD PEDEE



I asked my love to take a walk,

And a walk she took with me.

As we walked I gently talked

Of when our wedding day would be.



Then she said she'd never be mine,

And her home would never be

Where the bright waters flow

On the banks of the old Pedee.



From my breast I drew e knife,

And she gave a shrilling cry,

"Oh Willie dear, don't murder me,

For I am not prepared to die."



Then I took her lily white hands

And swung her round and again around,

Until she fell in the waters cruel

And then I watched my true love drown.



"Oh father dear, I've done a deed,

And a deed it is to me

To have drowned my own true love

On the banks of the old Pedee."



Tune not supplied; sings to Banks of the Ohio

@murder @river

from Louise Pound, "American Ballads and Songs"

collected in 1915

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