`Get down, get down Love Henry,` she cried
`And stay all night with me
I have gold chains, and the finest I have
I`ll apply them all to thee.
`I can`t get down and I shan`t get down
Or stay all night with thee
Some pretty little girl in Cornersville
I love far better than thee.
He layed his head on a pillow of down
Kisses she gave him three
With a penny knife that she held in her hand
She murdered mortal he.
`Get well, get well Love Henry,` she cried
`Get well, get well,` said she
`Oh don`t you see my own heart`s blood
Come flowin` down so free ?
She took him by his long yellow hair
And also by his feet
She plunged him into well water, where
It runs both cold and deep.
`Lie there, lie there, Love Henry,` she cried
``Til the flesh rots off your bones
Some pretty little girl in Cornersville
Will mourn for your return.
`Hush up, hush up, my parrot,` she cried
`Don`t tell no news on me
Or these costly beads around my neck
I`ll apply them all to thee.
`Fly down, fly down pretty bird,` she cried
`And light on my right knee
The doors to your cage shall be decked with gold
And hung on a willow tree.
`I won`t fly down, I can`t fly down
And light on your right knee
A girl who would murder her own true love
Would kill a little bird like me.`
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