Export Girl- Mrs. Daugherty (AR) 1958 Wolf B
[From The John Quincy Wolf Folklore Collection at Lyon College, Batesville, Arkansas.
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R. Matteson 2016]
B. "THE EXPORT GIRL." Sung by: Mrs. Ben Daugherty. Recorded by John Quincy Wolf in Cave City, AR 8/10/58
I used to live in Export town,
And there I lived and dwelt.
I used to live in Export town
And owned a flour mill.
Fell in love with an Export girl
With dark and rolling eyes.
I asked that girl to marry me,
And me she never denied.
We rode up to her sister's house
About eight o'clock one night.
Her sister, knowing nothing of this,
We awoke her in a fright.
I asked my love to take a walk
Down by the meadow gate,
That we may have a pleasant walk
And name our wedding day.
Walked along, we talked along,
'Til we came to a hedgewood patch,
And Willy picked up a hedgewood stick
And he knocked this fair girl down.
She fell upon her bending knees,
Saying, "Lord, have mercy," she cried.
"Oh, Willy, dear, don't murder me here,
For I'm not prepared to die."
Heeded not one word she said,
But beat her more and more,
Until the blood was running around
And running in a gore.
Rode in at his mother's house
About twelve o'clock that night.
Mother being old and childish,
He waked her with a fright.
"Dear son, dear son, where have you been,
To bloody your hands and clothes?"
The answer that he gave to her
Was "Bleeding at the nose."
Rolled and he tumbled;
No comfort could he find.
The flames of Hell was all around
And in his eyes did shine.
'Bout three weeks or later,
This Export girl was found,
Running through the broad waters
That run through Export town.
Her sister swore my life away,
Swored without a doubt.
She swore that I was the very lad
That led her sister out.
Oh, Lord, they're going to hang me,
Death I dread to die.
Lord, they're going to hang me
Between the earth and skies.