Cat. #0767 (MFH #670) - As sung by Betty Lou Copeland, Mountain View, Arkansas on May 26, 1969
VERSE 1
I met a little girl in Notchville
The town we all knew well
And every Sunday evening
Out in her home I'd dwell
We went to take a even'n walk
About a mile from town
I picked a stick up off th ground
And I knocked that fair girl down
VERSE 2
She fell down on her ben'd knees
For mercy she did cry,
O Willie dear, don't kill me here
I not prepared to die
She never spoke another word
I only beat her more
Until th ground around her,
Did then her blood did flow
VERSE 3
I took her by her golden curls
I flung her 'round an' 'round
I threw her in th river
That flowed to Notchville town
Go there, go there, you Notchville girl
You can never be my my bride
Go there, go there, you Notchville girl
You can never be my wife
VERSE 4
I rolled an' tumbled th whole night thru
My dreams were living in hell
Until they came from Notchville
To carry me off to jail
I'm here to waste my life away
An' time is passing slow
Because I've killed that Notchville girl
Th girl that I loved so