The Rolling Of The Stones

Would you go to the rolling of the stones

Or the dancing of the ball?

Or would you go and see pretty Annie

Dancing among them all

Would you drink of the blood

The white wine and the red

Or would you go and see pretty Annie

Dancing among the dead

They had not danced a single dance

Nor tapped the hall around

When a knife that had come from his brother's side

Gave him a deadly wound

They picked him up and carried him along

They layed him down on the ground

And there he laid till the break of day

And made not a single sound

Annie's come awandering

A tablet all under her arms

and she's come to her true love's side

And there she began to charm

She's charmed the fish all out of the sea

The birds out of their nests

She's charmed her true love out his grave

Till he could no longer rest

Would you go to the rolling of the stones

the bouncing of the ball?

Or will you go and see pretty Annie

Dancing among them all

I will not go to the rolling of the stones

Or the tossing of the ball

But I will go and see pretty Susie

And dance among them all