From English Folk Songs from the Southern Appalachians Sharp. Collected from Mary Wilson and Mrs. Townley Kentucky 1917. . Once there was a little tailor boy. About sixteen years of age;. My father hired me to a miller. That I might learn the trade.. . I fell in love with a Knoxville girl. Her name was Flora Dean.. Her rosy cheeks her curly hair. I really did admire.. . Her father he persuaded me. To take Flora for a wife;. The devil he persuaded me. To take Flora's life.. . Up stepped her mother so bold and gay. So boldly she did stand;. Johnny dear go marry her. And take her off my hands.. . I went unto her father's house. About nine o'clock at night. A-asking her to take a walk. To do some prively talk.. . We had not got so very far. Till looking around and around. He stooping down picked up a stick. And knocks little Flora down.. . She fell upon her bended knees. For mercy she did cry:. O Johnny dear don't murder me. For I'm not fit to die.. . I took her by her lily-white hands. A-slung her around and around;. I drug her off to the river-side. And plunged her in to drown.. . I returned back to my miller's house. About nine o'clock at night. But little did my miller know. What I had been about.. . The miller turned around and about. Said:" Johnny what blooded your clothes?". Me being so apt to take a hint:. By bleeding at the nose.. . About nine or ten days after that. Little Flora she was found. A-floating down by her father's house. Who lived in Knoxville town..