Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds - Oxford Tragedy
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.