Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Jayne Trimble
Jayne Trimble
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jayne Trimble
Jayne Trimble
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
David James Allen
David James Allen
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

She went upstairs to make her bed
And all one word to her mother said
"Her mother she went upstairs to"
"Oh grand-daughter, oh daughter, what troubles you"
Oh mother, oh mother, I cannot tell
That butcher boy that I love so well
He courted me, my life away
And I, with me, will not stay
Mm, mm, mm, mm
Her father he (Her father he)
Came home from work (Came home from work)
Saying, "Where's my daughter?" (Saying, "Where's my daughter?")
She seemed so hurt (She seemed so hurt)
He went upstairs (He went upstairs)
To give her hope (To give her hope)
And he finds her hanging (And he finds her hanging)
There on a rope (There on a rope)
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He took her knife (He took a knife)
And he cut her down (And he cut her down)
And on her was a heart (And on her was a heart)
These words he find (These words he find)
Go dig my grave (Go dig my grave)
Both white and deep (Both white and deep)
Place a marble slab (Place a marble slab)
He ripped my head and feet (Ripped my head and feet)
And on one coffin (And on one coffin)
Places no white dust (Places no white dust)
To warn the world (To warn the world)
That I died of love (That I died of love)
To warn the world (To warn the world)
That I died of love (That I died of love)
To warn the world
That I died of love
Written by: Jayne Trimble
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