A story of a maiden I'll tell you Whose name to you I can't breath While wanting to die now this (?) When she is now sleeping in death She wedded a young man in Gaffney She thought she was doing so fine But after a few weeks' experience The ...(?) then changed her mind The law got her husband in Union Escaping with another man's farm They brought the man back to Gaffney And placed him behind the cold bars His wife could no longer be with him Although he took life so mild She seemed to think only of her husband And forgot she was some mother's child "Come home to your parents," they begged her With heartaches and tears in their eyes But she would not go back to mother So then she would do otherwise She wandered around through the country To pass her troubles away The law got the girl in Spartanburg That she might remain sixty days She then brought her feeble old father And poor mother old and gray She says, "My life is no pleasure If in Spartanburg Jail I must stay" With four tablets of merc'ry She decided to take her own life And even eight days from that moment The poor girl's mis'ry did fly So listen, young girls, to this story I pray you will heed to this song You may think your parents are cruel But remember there's no place like home