I asked my love to take a walk,
To take a walk, just a little walk,
Down beside where the waters flow,
Down by the banks of the Ohio
I held a knife against her breast,
As into my arms she pressed,
She cried, "Oh Willie, don't murder me
I'm not prepared for eternity."
I started home 'tween twelve and one
I cried, "My God, what have I done?
I've killed the only woman I loved,
Because she would not be my bride,"
