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And the sun goes over the woods |
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There was a sister and her brother |
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Who loved one another |
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Sister, we'll gang tae the broom |
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O sister I would lay thee doon |
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Brother, alas, would you do so |
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To my death I would sooner go |
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And the folk they talk together |
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That the lass is with bairn to her brother |
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O brother you have done me ill |
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And we will both burn on yonder hill |
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You go to my father's stable |
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And take twa horses stout and able |
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She's up on the white horse, he's on the black |
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With his yew tree bow slung fast to his back |
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They had not rode a mile but one |
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When her pains they did come on |
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I would give all my father's land |
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For a good midwife at my command |
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You go to yon hill so high |
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And take your bow, arrows and good eye |
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When you hear my loud, loud cry |
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Bend your bow and let me die |
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When he heard her loud, loud cry |
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He bent his bow and let her die |
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When he came to her side |
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The babe was born and the lady died |
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Then he took his young, young son |
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And borne him to a milk woman |
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He's given himself a wound for sure |
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He won't gang tae the broom no more |
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0 mother I have lost my knife |
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I loved it better than my life |
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But I have lost a better thing |
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The bonnie sheath my knife was in |
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And the sun goes over the woods |
