I saw a maiden by the riverside
Waiting for her lover to come a-riding by
She dressed her hair with a golden comb
Love, it seemed, had gained the throne
And then he killed her
Struck once, then twice
And then he killed her
With his knife
From stately mansion to the lowest slum
Love and death beat their drums
Lovers touch and lovers sigh
Lovers part and lovers cry
And then he killed her
Struck once, then twice
And then he killed her
With his knife
How easily love's vine is spilt
How easily love's vine does wilt