Nine Stone Rig

They shot him dead at the nine stone rig beside the headless cross

And they left him lying in his blood upon the moor and the moss

They buried him at midnight and the dew fell cold and still

And the women in gray for God to pray, and the mist clung to the hill

Oh gentle wind that's blowing south from where my love repairs

Convey a kiss from his dear mouth and tell me how he fairs

The word was carried back to me as if by God's command

Your sweetheart was murdered yesterday by your brother's jealous hand

No living man I'll love again since my darling went through death's door

With one lock of his yellow hair I'll chain my heart forever more

Oh mother dear, please make my bed and lay me down in sorrow

My love, he died for me last night, and I'll die for him tomorrow

My love, he died for me last night, and I'll die for him tomorrow

They shot him dead at the nine stone rig beside the headless cross

And they left him lying in his blood upon the moor and the moss

They buried him at midnight and the dew fell cold and still

And the women in gray for God to pray, and the mist clung to the hill

And the women in gray for God to pray, and the mist clung to the hill