Banks of the Ohio      My love asked me, to take a walk   Just to walk, a little way   And as we walked along we talked   Of when would be our wedding day   We walked beneath the whispering pines   His heart was filled with love divine   And as we neared the riverside   He asked me when I'd be his bride   Oh no your bride, I'll never be   Another one's prepared for me   And as I drew my hand from his   His heart was filled with fire divine   He drew his knife across my breast   And in his arms I gently pressed   Willy dear, don't murder me   For I am not prepared to die   He took me by my golden curls   He drug me down to the riverside   And as he threw me into drown   He watched me as I floated down   He started home 'tween twelve and one   Thinking on the deed he'd done   Murdered just the one he loved   Because I would not be his bride