While travelling on a train one morning, just to take a ride,
The car was full and I did not know who I sat down beside.
Then she said \"It's been a long, long time.\" I felt my blood run cold.
For there, beside me, sat the girl who turned my heart to stone.
She said she was sorry for what she'd done, she'd started ife anew.
A little cabin in the countryside, curtains and fancy frills.
A little girl with dark brown eyes, and flowers in the dell,
In the dell, and flowers in the dell.
The train pulled into the Lincoln station. I reached up to help her down,
The whistle blew, I heard her scream, I'll hear it 'til my dying day,
And as she struggled, I turned and I threw her beneath the wheels of the train.
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The judge he said ninety-nine years, grant him no parole.
They put me in a cell in shackles and chains and nailed up the door.
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