Nat Goodwin In the little town of Wellsboro, Take heed to what I say, Close at dcath door a fair young wife On a bed of sickness lay. They took away her little babe, And when for it she cried, They told hcr at the break of day The little one had died. "Ah, bring to me its little form Before it is laid to rest, And let me kiss its little face And press it to my breast." Thcy paid no heed to what she said, Her pleadings wcre in vain. They laid it in its coffin, And she never seen it again. When she arose from that sick bed Wifely dutics to perform, These cruel words her husband said, His voice it rang with scorn, "I can no longcr live with you, Your home is in the street." And she was forccd out in the street Employment for to seck. Kind fortune smiled upon her As she wandered forth alone; She found with loving friends A quiet and peaceful home; She stayed with them for six long months Until her sorrow healed, And her husband came to see her In the hamlct of Mansfield. He asked her to withdraw thc charge Of failing to provide A happy home for his own lawful wife And with him to reside. He kissed her when they parted, Calling her his darling wife, But little did she think whcn next they met He would take away her life. But another came with eyes so blue And stole the love away Of him who promised to be true Until the judgment day. She fondled him with loving hands The night he killed his wife; Then stood upon the witness stand And swore away his life. "Are you guilty?" the judge did say Before the case was tried. "I am innocent, your honor," Young Goodwin did reply. They found twelve true and honest men And tried him for his life; And Goodwin was found guilty Of the murder of his wife. From Ballads and Songs of Michigan, Gardner Collected from Mrs. Charles Muchler, MI 1934 DT #770 Laws F15 RG oct96 c _ -%-----
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