The Haunted Falls . . . from the site linked above.

On and on an old time river
Just between two mountain walls
On a place from which it started
A place they called the Haunted Falls.

On the banks there lived a white man
Wife and children he had three
From the bottom of the river
Echoed back their shouts of glee.

To a little town up farther
One bright day for the mail had gone
Left his wife and little children
Just for one short hour alone.

And the busy little mother
Had no time for thought or fear
When she heard the horse feet trampling
Quickly turned her head in fear.

Then she knelt and kissed her childring
Bid them neither speak nor cry
Hid them in a secret closet
Then prepared herself to die.

On the Indians rushed the captain
Broke the lock from off the door
Then they saw this weeping woman
Lying there upon the floor.

Then he called to his companions
Who had seized a great big stick
Come let's kill this weeping woman
Lose no time, I say be quick.

Then they killed this weeping woman
Roughly drugged her to the door
Picked her up by her long yellow dressing
Roughly drugged her to the door.

There they danced and sing around her
Never even shed a tear
Picked her up by her long yellow clothing
Then they slung her in to drown.

Then they turned and burned the cottage
Little children to the ground
And the people of the village
Call this place the haunted mound.

Now the old man wanders lonely
In the place where the house did stand
Thinking of his wife and children
He is left a lonely man.