SHEATH AND KNIFE

Sol Invictus / Wakeford

And the sun goes over the woods
There was a sister and her brother
Who loved one another
Sister, we'll gang tae the broom
Oh sister, I would lay thee doon
Brother, alas, would you do so
For to my death I would sooner go
The folk they talk together
About a lass with bairn to her brother
Oh brother, you have done me ill
And we will both burn on yonder hill
Oh sister, go to my father's stable
And take twa horses stout and able
She's up on the white horse, he's on the black
With a yew tree bow slung to his back
They had not rode a mile but one
When her pains they did come on
I would give all my father's land
For a good midwife at my command
Oh brother, go to yon hill so high
And take your bow, arrows and good eye
When you hear my loud, loud cry
Bend your bow and let the arrow fly
When he heard her loud, loud cry
He bent his bow and let the arrow fly
When he came to her side
The babe was born and the lady died
He took up his newborn son
And took him into the arms of a milk woman
Then he cut himself for good and sure
He won't gang tae the broom any more
Oh mother, I have lost my knife
I loved it better than my life
But I have lost a better thing
The bonnie sheath my knife went in
And the sun goes over the woods