“Yes, it was I that killed her
I did it with this knife,
Her that was more to me once....
Well, just the whole of my life.
Take me away and hide me,
Or kill me afore I'm mad....
It's rummy to think of me hanging
Who was such a quiet lad.
“I met her here on the tow-path,
Same as I used in May,
There was n't no moon yet, only
The scent of the new-mown hay,
And I says — well — I thought for a moment
The happy times was near,
‘ The light that shineth in darkness
Is the light of your eyes, my dear.’
“Murder! a court full of lawyers....
And justice guaranteed....
And the judge will hang the prisoner
‘ For a cowardly cruel deed.’...
Murder!— excuse my laughing!...
It's a kind of catch in the breath....
‘ But there's words more harsh than a rope is
And looks more bitter than death.’
“Murder! My Lud, if ever
Their ledgers are balanced true
Which of the pair?... Oh! I reckon
That she killed something too.
... Is it the scent of a woman's hair
Or the scent of new-mown hay?...
Do n't stand there shaking and staring,
For God's sake take me away.”