Washer at the Ford Songtext
von Argyle Goolsby

Stranger don′t be afraid
I am in no shape to do you harm
Though frightened you surely are by me
Grant me a moments bended knee
Dismiss this blood spray on my clothes
I can assure you it's my own
Though I lay bearing no cruel wound
The witch on the ford surely sealed my doom

Oh God I think I′m marked!

Stranger lend me your ear
Hear these last words of a dying man
I testify a great misdeed
My true loves heart I have aggrieved
I broke off for another belle
She conjured up vengeance she conjured up hell
She put that webbed witch there square in my path
Soaking my clothes with the blood of the past


From round' yonder bend she came closing in
The shadowy washer at the ford
Jacklights in her eyes fortelling demise
The shadowy washer at the ford

Now I know I'm marked!

Stranger could it be we′ve met someplace before?
You bear resemblance to my lover whom I′ve recent scorned
Yes fallen friend we did aquaint once on a stroll
Round' yonder bend now let me wring those stains out
From your soul

She wailed as she washed
She laughed at the cross
I hastily patterned cross my chest
My vestment she wrung and ruefully flung
These burgundy bloodstains cross′ my breast
From round' yonder bend she came closing in
The shadowy washer at the ford
Jacklights were her eyes fortelling demise
The flickering washer at the ford
Washer at the ford
Washer at the ford
Washer at the ford
Washer at the ford


Who are you to pass me by?

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