He rode and he rode and he rode a better road,

voiceCollected by John Pennington Mary Celestia Parler; Fayetteville, Ark. Transcribed by July, 1954 Neil Byer Reel 201, Item 1 Earl Brand (fragment) He rode and he rode and he rode a better road, And he rode by the light of the moon, Until he came to her own father's hall, And there he lighted down, Until he came to her own father's hall, And there he lighted down. Don't strike me no more, Knight Willie, she said, Don't strike me no more, said she, For you have killed my seven brothers And my father I loved most dear, For you have killed my seven brothers And my father I loved most dear.Funding for digitization provided by the Arkansas Humanities Council and the Happy Hollow Foundation