| It’s whispered in the kitchen, it’s whispered in the hall
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| The broom blooms bonny, broom blooms fair
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| The king’s daughter goes with child, among ladies all
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| And they’ll never go down to the broom anymore
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| It’s whispered by the ladies one unto the other
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| «The king’s daughter goes with child, to her own brother»
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| He’s ta’en his sister down to his father’s deer park
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| With his yew-tree bow and arrow slung fast across his back
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| Now when that you hear me give a loud cry
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| Shoot from thy blow an arrow, and there let me lie
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| And when he has heard her give a loud cry
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| A silver arrow from his bow he suddenly let fly
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| He has made a grave both long and deep
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| He has buried his sister with their babe all at her feet
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| And when he came to his father’s hall
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| There was music and dancing and minstrels and all
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| The ladies asked him, «what makes thee in such pain?»
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| «I've lost a sheath and knife, I will never find again»
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| «There are ships of your father’s a-sailing on the sea
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| Can bring as good a sheath and knife unto thee»
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| «All the ships of my father’s a-sailing on the sea
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| Can never bring such a sheath and knife to me
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| «And when he has heard her give a loud cry
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| A silver arrow from his bow he suddenly let fly
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| He has made a grave both long and deep
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| He has buried his sister with their babe all at her feet
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| And when he came to his father’s hall
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| There was music and dancing and minstrels and all
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| The ladies asked him, «what makes thee in such pain?»
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| «I've lost a sheath and knife, I will never find again»
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| «There are ships of your father’s a-sailing on the sea
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| Can bring as good a sheath and knife unto thee»
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| «All the ships of my father’s a-sailing on the sea
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| Can never bring such a sheath and knife to me» |