Cat. #0339 (MFH #51) - As sung by Fran Majors, Fayetteville, Arkansas on May 23, 1959
VERSE 1
When th orders of justice
Did me hot pursue
From Missouri to Texas
Like lightning, we flew
No toll gates to stop us
No rivers to breast
In six nights, we rech it
My Bonny Black Bess
VERSE 2
When th sailors dark midnight
It's mandles had thrown
For th face of bright waters
How often, we'd gone
Through th lonesome valley
Through the unwelcomes guest
Through many of th portrest
My Bonny Black Bess
VERSE 3
When th sailors dark midnight
It's mandles had thrown
You never was ungrateful
You were always my own
Now they have got me
My Bonny Black Bess
I'll shoot you, then I will
We'll both be at rest