Lexington Murder, Lyric Variant 03, Copy 02


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Lexington Murder, Lyric Variant 03, Copy 02


One leaf typewritten in blue ink on the front side. The document is in good physical condition. The document was laminated. There is a significant tear at the lower left corner. There is some minor fraying along the bottom edge. There is a significant tear at the lower right edge. The upper left corner was folded into the laminate. The document was horizontally folded into fourths. There are two textual corrections handwritten in pencil. There is an illegible note handwritten in pencil at the right upper edge. There are stains of unknown origin at the center top edge. The document is a carbon duplicate.


Ballads, English Murder -- Songs and music Conscience -- Songs and music Guilt -- Songs and music

Alternative Title

The Murdering Miller. The Oxford Girl. The Lexington Girl. The Knoxville Girl. The Wexford Girl. The Wittam Miller. The Berkshire Tragedy. Come All of You Who's Been in Love and Sympathize with Me. Last Saturday Night. Two Weeks Ago. Poor Nell. The Noel Girl. The Expert Girl. The Rexford Girl. The Cruel Miller. The Tragedy. The Lexington Miller. Johnny McDowell


W. L. Eury Appalachian Collection, Appalachian State University


Greer, I. G. (Isaac Garfield), 1881-1967








The Bloody Miller, or The Murdering Miller

One month ago since Christmas last
The most unhappy day,
The devil, he persuaded me
To take her life away.

I met her at her sister's house
'Twas eight o' clock that night,
But little did that creature know
I owed her any spite.

I asked her if she'd walk with me
In the fields a little way,
That we might both so well agree
And appoint the wedding day.

As we went down a lonesome place
To the fields a little way,
I drew a stick out of the hedge
And struck her in the face.

As she came down to bended knees
“Oh, murderer, she did cry,
For Heaven's sake don't murder me
For I am not fit to die.”

And then to wash her sins away
I took her by the hair,
And drug her to a river near
And left her body there.

Then to my mill, my mill I ran,
The miller was amazed,
He slowly fixed his eyes on me
And slowly he did gaze.

Oh, master, master, master, dear,
You look as pale as death,
Have you been running all this night
That put you out of breath?

What means the blood upon your hands,
Likewise upon your clothes?
I answered him immediately
By bleeding at the nose.

Classification Title

Lexington Murder, Lyric Variant 03, Copy 02

Document Title

The Bloody Millder, or the Murdering Miller

Scholarly Classification

Brown, Older Ballads - 65 Randolph, 150 Cox, 90

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