Sheath And Knife

And the sun goes over the woods

And the sun goes over the woods

There was a sister and her brother

And they did so love oneaAnother

O Sister I'd lay ye down

O sister we'll gang to the broom

O Brother would you do so

For to my death I'd rather

The folk they talk hey talk together

About a lass with bairn to her brother

O Brother you've done me ill

And we'll both burn on yon hill

O Sister go - go to my Father's stables

And take twa horses stout and able

She's on the with horse and he's on the black

With a yew tree bow slung to his back

They'd nae gone 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

O brother take me to yon hill so high

Fetch your bow and your arrow and your good eye

And when you hear my loud loud cry

You bend the bow and you let that arrow fly

And when he heard her loud loud cry

He bent the bow and he let that arrow fly

And when he came to her side

The babe was born and the lady died

He took up his newborn son

Took him to the arms of a milk woman

Then he cut himself for good and sure

He'll not not gand to the broom any more

O Mother I have lost my knife

I loved it better than my life

But I have loved a better thing

The bonnie sheath that my knife went in

But I have loved a better thing

The bonnie sheath that my knife went in

And the sound goes over the woods

And the sound goes over the woods