Miss Marcy

Billy boy, Billy boy, sit on the porch

Pa married Miss Marcy when I was just six

Ma died when I was just two

Without her, us young'uns would have been in a fix

She cared for us like mammy's do

Billy boy, Billy boy, sit on the porch

Do you know what went on at the still?

Joe Wilson is dying, Tom Jenkins is dead

And they say that pa done shot uncle Will

Billy boy, Billy boy, sit on the porch

Do you know what started the fight?

'Twas an hour passed milkin' when Marcy got home

Miss Marcy done stayed out all night

Miss Marcy done stayed out all night

Dad was a strange one, he hated the dance

He never did go for such frills

Marcy went with Joe Wilson when she got the chance

Or Tom or sometimes uncle Will

Now pa got more jealous, day after day

Today at the still they all made their play

On account of Miss Marcy, they're dead

Billy boy, Billy boy, sit on the porch

Do you know what went on at the still?

Joe Wilson is dying, Tom Jenkins is dead

And they say that pa done shot uncle Will

And they say that pa done shot uncle Will

Billy boy, Billy boy, sit on the porch

You're shaking boy, what's ailing you?

The blade of your knife is all stained crimson red

Miss Marcy well, she's dying too

Billy boy, Billy boy, sit on the porch