When I was in Danville, a-walking down the street I spied a policeman who bound my hands and feet: He bound my feet in cold iron, all tangled my feet in chains, But before I'll go back on sweet Lulur I'll have them tangled again.
Oh Lulur, oh Lulur my darling; oh Lulur, oh Lulur, my dear, If I* hadn't a-been for sweet Lulur, it was Lulur that brought me here.
*one expects "it"
From Thomas Smith, Watauga county, in 1915, with the notation: "The above verses are all I recall of a song which I heard sung when a child probably thirty or more years ago by a Miss Louise Wilson at my grandmother's house."
source: #350K from the Frank C. Brown Collection of North Carolina Folklore, Volume III