I asked my love to take a walk, Just a little way's with me. An' as we walked, Then we would talk All about our wedding day. "Darlin', 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, An' watched her as she floated down. Returnin' home between twelve and one, Thinkin', 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 don."