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