They say her name was Delsie,
a beauty rare and bright
Her moves like graceful glisse’,
Her skin as dark as night.
She was just a common slave,
but oh! that girl could dance and sing!
Watchers laughed and clapped and waved;
and in one heart, love did spring.
William was the only son
of John who owned the inn;
he begged and pleaded til at last,
his father gave consent.
Delsie came to live and serve
at the Harris roadside inn,
men in secret watched her curves
and envied lucky William.
But William’s heart was dark and cold
and killing was his aim,
he murdered peddlers for their gold,
and hid his awful gain.
But someone saw and someone told
and William soon was gone.
He sold the inn and took the gold,
and left sweet Delsie all alone.
She wept and mourned her missing man,
and called his name in vane
One night she settled on a plan
to put the inn in flames.
And when the people saw the fire
and came to put it out,
They searched for Delsie low and high,
then someone gave a shout.
“Look! There she is! Up in the tower!”
They watched as Delsie twirled
She seemed held by some great power
as smoke and flame around her swirled.
Then in the fiery red-hot gleam
the inn came tumbling down;
The last they heard was Delsie’s scream,
The last they saw her burning gown.
Now if you visit late at night,
be sure to take a friend,
For Delsie’s laughter, bold and bright
still rises on the wind.