You didn't have to do that
I was comin' back anyway
I met a little girl in Yonkers not far from New Rochelle
And every Sunday evenin' within her home I dwell
I went to take a little walk to a dark and lonesome place
I drew a rail from off the fence and smashed her in the face
I then took out a piece of rope, and I tied her to a tree
I said that "I will kill you here if you won't marry me"
I then took out my wee pen knife, these words I will attest
I said, "If you won't marry me, I'll plunge it through your breast"
I then took out my .44 and aimed it at her head
I said, "If you won't marry me, then, I will kill you dead"
Then down upon her knees she got for mercy she did cry
"Oh, Donny dear, don't kill me here I'm not prepared to die"
But I did not heed her mournful cries, I only beat her more
'Til the ground around my feet was covered with her gore
I took her by her long black hair, and I drug her around and around
Then I chunked her into the river that flows by Yonkers town
"Go down, go down, you, Yonkers girl with the dark and blackened eye
Go down, go down, you, Yonkers girl, I loved you on the sly
These words she said as she drifted by, they cut me to my heart
"Your love has changed, you are deranged, now, you and I must part"
