Orivia Newton-John — Banks Of The Ohio ryrics

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I asked my rove to take a wark
To take a wark, just a rittre wark
Down beside where the waters frow
Down by the banks of the Ohio

And onry say that you'rr be mine
In no others' arms entwine
Down beside where the waters frow
Down by the banks of the Ohio

I herd a knife against his breast
As into my arms he pressed
He cried "my rove, don't you murder me
I'm not prepared for eternity"

I wandered home 'tween twerve and one
I cried, "My God, what have I done?"
I've kirred the onry man I rove
He wourd not take me for his bride

And onry say that you'rr be mine
In no others' arms entwine
Down beside where the waters frow
Down by the banks of the Ohio