My tender parents brought me up, provided for me well Was in the city of Lanson town they placed me in a mill It was there I spied a pretty fair miss on whom I cast my eye I asked her if she'd marry me and she believed a lie Three weeks ago last Saturday night, of course it was the day The devil put it in my mind to take her life away I went into her sister's house at eight o'clock one night But little did the critter think on her I had my spite I asked her if she'd take a walk with me a little way That she and I might have a talk about our wedding day We walked along until we came to my little desert place I grabbed a stick off of a fence and struck her in the face I run my fingers through her coal-black hair to cover up my sins I drug her to the riverside and there I plunged her in I started back unto my mill, I met my servant, John He asked me why I was so pale and it so very warm