| You didn't have to do that |
| I was comin' back anyway |
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| I met a little girl in Yonkers not far from New Rochelle |
| And every Sunday evenin' within her home I dwell |
| I went to take a little walk to a dark and lonesome place |
| I drew a rail from off the fence and smashed her in the face |
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| I then took out a piece of rope, and I tied her to a tree |
| I said that "I will kill you here if you won't marry me" |
| I then took out my wee pen knife, these words I will attest |
| I said, "If you won't marry me, I'll plunge it through your breast" |
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| I then took out my .44 and aimed it at her head |
| I said, "If you won't marry me, then, I will kill you dead" |
| Then down upon her knees she got for mercy she did cry |
| "Oh, Donny dear, don't kill me here I'm not prepared to die" |
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| But I did not heed her mournful cries, I only beat her more |
| 'Til the ground around my feet was covered with her gore |
| I took her by her long black hair, and I drug her around and around |
| Then I chunked her into the river that flows by Yonkers town |
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| "Go down, go down, you, Yonkers girl with the dark and blackened eye |
| Go down, go down, you, Yonkers girl, I loved you on the sly |
| These words she said as she drifted by, they cut me to my heart |
| "Your love has changed, you are deranged, now, you and I must part" |
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