Hi,

I listened to it again - at least it's close:

Oxford Girl- Sung by Phoebe Smith of at Woodbridge, Suffolk; recorded by Peter Kennedy, 8 July, 1956.

I fell in love with a[n] Oxford girl,
She had dark and a rolling eyes,
I felt to ashamed to marry her
A-bein' too young a maid.

I went along to her sister's house
About eight o'clock that night,
Asking her if she'd take a walk,
Through the fields and meadows gay.

And the answer what she gave to me,
That lay so far away.

I caught a-hold of her lily white hand
And I kissed those cheek and chin
And I had no thoughts of murdering her,
Nor in no evil way.

I pulled a large stake from the hedge
And then I knocked her down.
And the blood from that poor innocent girl,
Come trink'ling from her brow.

I catched a-hold of her curly, curly locks
And I dragged her through the fields
Until I came a deep riverside
And there I flung her in.

Look out she goes, look out she floats
She's a-floating on the tide
Instead of bein' in a watery grave
She ought to have been my bride

I went along to my own folks house
About ten o'clock that night,
Asking him for a candle
To light me up to bed.

He asked me and he questioned me,
"What had stained my hands and clothes?"
And the answer I gave to him,
"I've been bleeding from the nose."

It was about three weeks afterwards
When the pretty fair maid were found,
Come floating down by her own mother's door,
On, near of Oxford town.

Corrections please,

TY

Richie