Banks Of The Ohio

My love asked me, to take a walk
 Just to walk, a little way
 And as we walked along we talked
 Of when would be our wedding day
 We walked beneath the whispering pines
 His heart was filled with love divine
 And as we neared the riverside
 He asked me when I'd be his bride
 Oh no your bride, I'll never be
 Another one's prepared for me
 And as I drew my hand from his
 His heart was filled with fire divine
 He drew his knife across my breast
 And in his arms I gently pressed
 Willy dear, don't murder me
 For I am not prepared to die
 He took me by my golden curls
 He drug me down to the riverside
 And as he threw me into drown
 He watched me as I floated down
 He started home 'tween twelve and one
 Thinking on the deed he'd done
 Murdered just the one he loved
 Because I would not be his bride