Oxford Tragedy (Traditional version ) — текст песни (Nick Cave and The Bad Seeds)

From English Folk Songs from the Southern Appalachians, Sharp. Collected from Mary Wilson and Mrs. Townley, Kentucky, 1917


Once there was a little tailor boy
About sixteen years of age;
My father hired me to a miller
That I might learn the trade.


I fell in love with a Knoxville girl,
Her name was Flora Dean.
Her rosy cheeks, her curly hair,
I really did admire.


Her father he persuaded me
To take Flora for a wife;
The devil he persuaded me
To take Flora`s life.


Up stepped her mother so bold and gay,
So boldly she did stand;
Johnny dear, go marry her
And take her off my hands.


I went unto her father`s house
About nine o`clock at night,
A-asking her to take a walk
To do some prively talk.


We had not got so very far
Till looking around and around,
He stooping down picked up a stick
And knocks little Flora down.


She fell upon her bended knees,
For mercy she did cry:
O Johnny dear, don`t murder me,
For I`m not fit to die.


I took her by her lily-white hands
A-slung her around and around;
I drug her off to the river-side,
And plunged her in to drown.


I returned back to my miller`s house
About nine o`clock at night,
But little did my miller know
What I had been about.


The miller turned around and about,
Said:" Johnny, what blooded your clothes?"
Me being so apt to take a hint:
By bleeding at the nose.


About nine or ten days after that,
Little Flora she was found
A-floating down by her father`s house
Who lived in Knoxville town.