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Song title: Nick Cave And The Bad Seeds - Oxford Tragedy

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From english folk songs from the southern appalachians, sharp. collected from mary wilson and mrs. townley, kentucky, 1917

Once there was a little tailor boy
About sixteen years of age;
My father hired me to a miller
That i might learn the trade.

I fell in love with a knoxville girl,
Her name was flora dean.
Her rosy cheeks, her curly hair,
I really did admire.

Her father he persuaded me
To take flora for a wife;
The devil he persuaded me
To take flora's life.

Up stepped her mother so bold and gay,
So boldly she did stand;
Johnny dear, go marry her
And take her off my hands.

I went unto her father's house
About nine o'clock at night,
A-asking her to take a walk
To do some prively talk.

We had not got so very far
Till looking around and around,
He stooping down picked up a stick
And knocks little flora down.

She fell upon her bended knees,
For mercy she did cry:
O johnny dear, don't murder me,
For i'm not fit to die.

I took her by her lily-white hands
A-slung her around and around;
I drug her off to the river-side,
And plunged her in to drown.

I returned back to my miller's house
About nine o'clock at night,
But little did my miller know
What i had been about.

The miller turned around and about,
Said:" johnny, what blooded your clothes?"
Me being so apt to take a hint:
By bleeding at the nose.

About nine or ten days after that,
Little flora she was found
A-floating down by her father's house
Who lived in knoxville town.

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