I asked my love to take a walk,
just a little way's with me
And as we walked, then we would talk
all about our wedding day.
Darling, say that you'll be mine
In our home we'll happy be
Down beside where the waters flow,
on the banks of the Ohio.
I took her by her pretty white hand
I led her down the banks of sand
I plunged her in where she would drown
and watched her as she floated down.
Returning home between twelve and one,
thinking: Lord, what a deed I've done
I'd killed the girl I love, you see,
because she would not marry me.
The very next day, at half past four,
the sheriff walked right to my door
He says: "Young man, don't try to run
You'll pay for this awful crime you've done!"