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Thread #73382   Message #1273766
Posted By: Joe Offer
17-Sep-04 - 02:45 AM
Thread Name: Origins: Lula Viers (Murder Ballad)
Subject: Lyr Add: LULA VIERS (Murder Ballad)
I looked all over, and couldn't find a recording of "Lula Viers" available. I wish that Paul Clayton Bloody Ballads LP (Riverside) would be reissued. It's the only recording I could find listed.
Here is the version from Volume 2 of W.K. McNeil's Southern Folk Ballads, with tune.

Lula Viers

Come all you young people
From all over the world,
And listen to this story
About a little girl.

Her name was Luly Viers,
In Auxier she did dwell,
In the state of old Kentucky,
A place we all know well.

Lula was persuaded
To leave her own dear home,
And to board the morning train
With John Colliers to roam.

They went to Elkhorn City,
Not many miles away;
They remained there at a hotel
Until the close of day.

But when the darkness fell,
They walked out as the style;
It was in cold December,
The wind was blowing wild.

While standing by the river,
Cold waters running deep,
John, he said to Luly,
"In the bottom you must sleep."

"Oh, do you mean it Johnny,
It surely can not be,
How could you bear to murder
Poor helpless girl like me?"

She threw her arms around him,
Before him she did kneel,
And around her neck he tied
A piece of railroad steel.

He threw her in the river,
Great bubbles gathered around,
They burst upon the water
With a sad and mournful sound.

John hastened to the depot,
He boarded the train for home,
A-thinking that his crime
Would never on earth be known.

But Luly was soon missing,
No place could she be found;
But in the Ohio River
Her body at last was found.

They took her from the river,
They carried her up to town,
And the piece of steel around her neck
Weighed even sixty pounds.

They sent for a reporter,
His name was Orydent,
He printed it in the paper
And around the world it went.

It went to Luly's mother,
While sitting in her home;
She quickly left her chair
To reach the telephone.

She called to headquarters,
She said, "I'll come and see
Oh, if it is my darling
Oh, surely it must be."

And when she reached the place,
Described the clothes she wore;
And when she saw the corpse,
She fainted to the floor.

John Colliers he was arrested,
Confined in the county jail;
But perhaps the electric chair
Should bear him on to hell.

Collected 13 March 1974 from Norma Turner, Drift, Kentucky.

McNeil's Notes:
-Joe Offer-