Oh, listen to my story
I'll tell you no lies
How John Lewis did murder poor
Little Omie Wise
He told her to meet him
At Adams's Springs
He promised her money
And other fine things
So, fool-like she met him
At Adams's Springs
No money he brought her
Nor other fine things
Go with me, little Omie
And away we will go
We'll go and get married
And no one will know
She climbed up behind him
And away they did go
But off to the river
Where deep waters flow
John Lewis, John Lewis
Will you tell me your mind
Do you intend to marry me
Or leave me behind
Little Omie, little Omie
I'll tell you my mind
My mind is to drown you
And leave you behind
Have mercy on my baby
And spare me my life
I'll go home as a beggar
And never be your wife
He kissed her and hugged her
And turned her around
Then pushed her in deep waters
Where he knew that she would drown
He got on his pony
And away he did ride
As the screams of little Omie
Went down by his side
Was on a Thursday morning
The rain was pouring down
When the people searched for Omie
But she could not be found
Two boys went a-fishin'
One fine summer day
And saw little Omie's body
Go floating away
They threw their net around her
And drew her to the bank
Her clothes all wet and muddy
They laid her on a plank
Then sent for John Lewis
To come to that place
And brought her out before him
So that he might see her face
He made no confession
But they carried him to jail
No friends or relations
Would go on his bail