Cat. #0981 (MFH #409) - As sung by Ollie Gilbert, Mountain View, Arkansas on March 11, 1970
VERSE 1
Come all you young friends an' listen to me
A sad story you'll hear from me
An' may you never be like me
An' do th things, like Bob McFee
VERSE 2
Was one bright and summer night
All was still an' th stars shone bright
My wife was lyin' in on her bed
When I reproached to her an' said
VERSE 3
Here wife's some medicene I bought for you
This very day, I bought it too
I think perhaps it will cure you
Of those wild pills, I giver 'er two
VERSE 4
She give to me, one tender look
An' in 'er mouth, th poison took
She laid her hands upon her breast
An' then her soul was deep in rest
VERSE 5
After hearin' that she was not dead
My hand upon her throat was laid
For killin' her was my delight
For then, I thought I was doin' right
VERSE 6
My darlin', O my murder wife
If I could bring you back to life
I'd give up all, my earthly store
Had I ten thousand more