We must murder Thomas Kinnear.

O no, O no, I beg not so,

I plead for his life full sore!

No he must die, for you have sworn

You’d be my paramour.

Now Thomas Kinnear came riding home,

And on the kitchen floor

McDermott shot him through the heart

And he weltered in his gore.

The peddler came up to the house,

Will you buy a dress of me;

O go away Mr. Peddler,

I’ve dresses enough for three.

The butcher came up to the house,

He came there every week;

O go away Mr. Butcher,

We’ve got enough fresh meat!

They robbed Kinnear of his silver,

They robbed him of his gold,

They stole his horse and wagon,

And to Toronto they rode.

All in the middle of the night,

To Toronto they did flee,

Then across the Lake to the United States,

Thinking they would scape free.

She took McDermott by the hand,

As bold as bold could be,

And stopped at the Lewiston Hotel,

Under the name of Mary Whitney.

The corpses were found in the cellar,

Her face it was all black,

And she was under the washtub,

And he was laid out on his back.

Then Bailiff Kingsmill in pursuit,

A Charter he did take,

Which sailed as fast as it could go

To Lewiston, across the Lake.

They had not been in bed six hours,

Six hours or maybe more,

When to the Lewiston Hotel he came,

And knocked upon the door.

O who is there, said Grace so fair,

What business have you with me?

O you have murdered good Thomas Kinnear,

And Nancy Montgomery.

Grace Marks she stood up in the dock,

And she denied it all.

I did not see her strangled,

I did not hear him fall.

He forced me to accompany him,