Cat. #0698 (MFH #601) - As sung by Paralee Weddington, Busch, Arkansas on April 9, 1969
VERSE 1
They say it is sinful t' flirt
They say my heart's made of stone
They tell me to speak a kind word
An' leave th poor boy alone
VERSE 2
O, why do they call him a boy
When surely he's much older than I
I wish they would leave us alone
I'm sure much happier we'd be
VERSE 3
I remember one night Willie said,
That he loved me far better than life
He called me his darling, his own
An', he asked me to be his wife
VERSE 4
O, Willie, I said with a sigh,
I'm afraid I will have to say no
I gave him my hand with a smile
Saying, good-bye, my love I must go
VERSE 5
O Katy, how could you, he cried
O, is your heart made of stone
He took a white rose from my hair
An' he left me a standing alone
VERSE 6
Next morning I found Willie dead
Deep down in th stream by th mill
An' th water that flowed so free
It flowed from th foot of th hill
VERSE 7
His blue eyes forever was closed
His curls were damp an' fair
An' th rose that he took from my lips, was
Th rose that I placed in his hair
VERSE 8
O Willie, my darling, come back
I love you, God knows that I do
O Willie, my darling, come back
I love you God knows that I do