SHEATH AND KNIFE



Oh tis whispered in the kitchen, tis whispered in the hall

Oh the broom blooms bonnie, the broom blooms fair

That king's daughter goes with child by her brother

And they will never go down to the broom any more



He has taken his sister down to his father's deer park

With a yew tree bow and arrow slung fast across his back



And it's when you hear me give a loud cry

From your bow shoot an arrow and there let me lie



And when you see that I am dead

Then dig me a grave, lay some turf at my head



And it's when he did hear her give a loud cry

He shot a silver arrow and there he let her lie



Then he dug her a grave both long, wide and deep

And he buried his own sister with their baby at her feet



Then he has gone home to his father's own hall

There was music, there was dancing, there were minstrels and all



Oh Willie, oh Willie, what gives you such pain

I have lost a sheath and knife that I'll never see again



My father has ships all sailing on the sea

But such a sheath and knife they can never bring to me



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Child #16

@family @murder @baby @ballad

recorded by Jean Redpath (Minstrels), MacColl (Solo), and

Geordeanna McCoullough

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