I married darlin' Jessica when she was just fifteen
When her daddy traded her for a horse he'd never seen.
For fifteen years she shared with me my house up on the hill,
But she said she never loved me, and she swore she never will.
That broke my heart, I thought I'd die,
And I stared that ol' Grim Reaper in the eye,
But my heart grew cold and I plotted my revenge,
And I promised Him another by-and-by.
I said to darlin' Jessica, "I'm gettin' quite a chill.
Let's go up on the mountain, fetch a jar down from the still,
And bring your woolen coat for there's a storm a-comin' in."
But she knew she wouldn't need it for she wouldn't be back again.
She looked at me, she said, "You lie."
And for a moment there I thought that I might cry.
But I fixed my hat and turned my collar to the wind,
For I knew this pretty woman had to die.
On every branch above us sang the mournful whippoorwill,
As I dragged my darlin' Jessica to the branch there by the mill.
And there we bowed our heads and asked for blessings from above,
The night my darlin' Jessica was nigh consumed by love.
And I kept her heart - for it was mine -
But I left her b***** skull there in the pines,
And I bake my bread with the flour from the mill
Where the bones of darlin' Jessie were ground fine.
When her daddy traded her for a horse he'd never seen.
For fifteen years she shared with me my house up on the hill,
But she said she never loved me, and she swore she never will.
That broke my heart, I thought I'd die,
And I stared that ol' Grim Reaper in the eye,
But my heart grew cold and I plotted my revenge,
And I promised Him another by-and-by.
I said to darlin' Jessica, "I'm gettin' quite a chill.
Let's go up on the mountain, fetch a jar down from the still,
And bring your woolen coat for there's a storm a-comin' in."
But she knew she wouldn't need it for she wouldn't be back again.
She looked at me, she said, "You lie."
And for a moment there I thought that I might cry.
But I fixed my hat and turned my collar to the wind,
For I knew this pretty woman had to die.
On every branch above us sang the mournful whippoorwill,
As I dragged my darlin' Jessica to the branch there by the mill.
And there we bowed our heads and asked for blessings from above,
The night my darlin' Jessica was nigh consumed by love.
And I kept her heart - for it was mine -
But I left her b***** skull there in the pines,
And I bake my bread with the flour from the mill
Where the bones of darlin' Jessie were ground fine.