PROMPT: MUST BE 1.5-2.5 PAGEShttps://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KhMiKeSffns” Vigilante Feminism: Revising Trauma, Abduction, and Assault in American Fairy-Tale Revisions” (Laura Mattoon D’Amore) (THIS IS THE FILE I UPLOADED)QUESTION:Brunvand (briefly) and Mattoon D’Amore (in more detail) both discuss feminism and folklore. Using their ideas on how folklore has both reinforced traditional female roles and, more recently, challenged them, analyze “The Knoxville Girl,” a traditional murder ballad. How might it either reinforce or challenge traditional ideas about men and women or sexuality? As an aid, I’ve highlighted what I find to be some key phrases. I’ll also add the Louvin Brothers version was recorded in the 1950s, but the murder they sing about likely took place long before that.The lyrics are pasted belowAnd every Sunday evening, out in her home, I’d dwellWe went to take an evening walk about a mile from townI picked a stick up off the ground and knocked that fair girl downShe fell down on her bended knees, for mercy she did cry”Oh Willy dear, don’t kill me here, I’m unprepared to die”She never spoke another word, I only beat her moreUntil the ground around me with her blood did flowI took her by her golden curls and I drug her round and aroundThrowing her into the river that flows through Knoxville townGo down, go down, you Knoxville girl with the dark and rolling eyesGo down, go down, you Knoxville girl, you can never be my brideI started back to Knoxville, got there about midnightMy mother, she was worried and woke up in a frightSaying “dear son, what have you done to bloody your clothes so?”I told my anxious mother I was bleeding at my noseI called for me a candle to light myself to bedI called for me a hankerchief to bind my aching headRolled and tumbled the whole night through, as troubles was for meLike flames of hell around my bed and in my eyes could seeThey carried me down to Knoxville and put me in a cellMy friends all tried to get me out but none could go my bailI’m here to waste my life away down in this dirty old jailBecause I murdered that Knoxville girl, the girl I loved so well
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