Banks of the Ohio
I met my love, to take a walk
to take a walk, just a little walk
down beside where the waters flow
down by the banks, of the Ohio
CHORUS
And only say, that you’ll be mine
and in no other’s arms entwine
down beside where the waters flow
down by the banks, of the Ohio
I held her close against my chest
and held a knife against her breat
she cried, “Oh, Willie, don’t murder me!
I’m not prepared, for eternity!” CHORUS
I stared home, ‘tween twelve and one
and cried, “My God,! What have I done?”
“I killed the only woman I loved
because she would not be my bride!”
