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EWING BROOKS My name is Ewin' Brooks, My name I did deny, An' left my aged parents In sorrow for to die. But little did they think While in my youth an' bloom, That on the fifth of August I'll meet my fatal doom. I come to old America, Old Engiand I forsook, I took the name of Maxwell, Denied of Ewin' Brooks. I bein' a very reckless man, A spendthrift too was I, I murdered Arthur Fralow My wants to satisfy. I went down to the old depot An' boarded a Frisco train, I knew that after such a crime I could not there remain. The speedin' of the train was fast An' I thought that I was free, I did not know a telegram Was on ahead of me. I stepped aboard the old steamship Sayin', "Now I'm free, I know." The officers arrested me Down on old Yeland Shore. They took me back to old Saint Louis An' placed me in a cell For the crime that I committed In the Southern Old Hotel. I bid my friends farewell, My mother an ' sister so young, Who pled with Governor Marhouse That I might not be hung. He would not even grant them time To send my father word, To cross the brinery water To say,"Farewell, my son." I place my treasures all in heaven, My earthly hopes are fled, I know my friends will grieve for me Long after I am dead. An' when I'm dead an' laid away Within my grave to rest, I know we'll meet in heaven there To be forever blest. note: an adaptation of Charles Guiteau From Ozark Folksongs, Randolph Collected from Myrtle Devore, AK, 1930 DT #690 Laws E12 @outlaw @murder jail filename[ EWNGBROK TUNE FILE: EWNGBROK CLICK TO PLAY RG oct96 |
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