Cat. #1496 (MFH #501) - As sung by Lula Davis, Fayetteville, Arkansas on February 14, 1963
VERSE 1
Some say that it's sinful to flirt
Some say my heart's made of stone
O, why don't they speak to him kindly
Or leave th poor boy alone
VERSE 2
An' why do they call him a boy
I'm sure he's much older, than me
O, why don't they leave us alone
I'm sure that much happier we'd be
VERSE 3
I 'member one night, Willie said
I love you far better than life
He called me his darling, his own
An' asked me to be his wife
VERSE 4
O, Willie, I said with a sigh
For fear, that I'd have to say no
I took his hand with a sigh
Saying, good-bye my love, you must go
VERSE 5
O Katy, how can you say no
O, is your heart made of stone
He took th white rose from my hair
An' left me a standing alone
VERSE 6
Next morning they found Willie dead
Way down th stream, by th mill
Th waters had flowed o'er his head
That flowed out at th foot of th hill
VERSE 7
His blue eyes forever were closed
An' down flowed th golden curls, fair
And between his pale lips, he pressed
That white rose that he took from my hair
VERSE 8
O Willie, my darling, come back
I'll always be kind to you
O Willie, my darling, come back
I'll always be faithful an' true