Setting Of The Sun

Come all young fellows that carry a gun,

Beware of late shooting when the

daylight is done.

It is my reckoning that many hazards

they may run.

I shot my true love at the setting of the

sun.

In a shower of rain my darling did lie,

All under the bushes to keep herself dry.

Her head in her apron I thought her as a

swan.

I shot my true love at the setting of the

sun.

I'll fly from my country, I nowhere find my

rest,

Because I've shot my own true love, like

a bird upon her nest.

Like lead in my heart lies the deed that I

have done.

I shot my true love at the setting of the

sun.

In the night my fair maid as a white swan

appears.

She she says "Oh my true love quickly

dry up those tears,

"I freely forgive you for this paradise that

I've won,

"I was shot by my true love at the rising

of the sun".

The years they pass leave me lonely and

sad.

I can never love again `cause none

make me glad.

I'll wait and expect you until my work

down here is done,

Then I'll meet my true love at the setting

of the sun