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On the swift wings of love she flew there to meet me,
O'erjoyed to think that she'd soon be my wife;
Ah! little she thought that her days they were numbered,
The man she loved dearly would deprive her of life.
By the hair of the head I did seize this poor creature,
And out of my pocket I drew a large knife;
I said, you young harlot, no more you'll torment me,
For this very night I'll deprive you of life.
I plunged it into her bosom and mangled her body
In various parts while the blood it did flow;
She fell on her knees, and implored for mercy,
While murdered she sank under many a blow.
Her cries I ne'er minded, no mercy I showed her,
While she ecried dearest Robert, O spare my sweet life;
For the sake of your baby, I beg you'll have mercy,
And I never will ask you to make me your wife.
Her throat then I cut, while the blood flowed profusely,
Then she fell like a corpse, most dreadful to view;
My crime to conceal, I drew her near the water,
And into the Humber her body I threw.
A few days after some people were walking
On the banks of the Humber so lovely and green;
When they spied her fair body by the side of the water,
As mangled and wounded that night she had been.
They ran for assittance, and soon did diseover
A letter containing her murderer's name:
By tho sterm hand of justice he's now overtaken,
And doubtless the murderer will die for the same.
