| In Bruton Town there lived a noble man
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| He had two sons and a daughter fair
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| By night and day they were contriving
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| For to fill their sister’s heart with care
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| One night one night our restless young girl
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| One brother rose up from his bed
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| He heard the servant court their sister
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| Oh he heard they had a mind to wed
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| Oh when he rose the very next morning
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| Went searching for the servant-man
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| And when he found him this young man he murdered
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| Oh left him lying in the briars around
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| Oh she went to bed a-crying and lamenting
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| And thinking of her own true love
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| And as she slept she dreamt that she saw him
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| A-lying in the countryside all covered with gore and blood
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| Oh brothers, brothers why do you whisper
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| And what’s become of this servant man?
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| Oh we lost him when we were a-contending
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| We lost him were he won’t ever be found
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| Oh she early rose the very next morning
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| And searched the countryside around
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| And there she saw her own dear jewel
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| A-lying in the briars where he’d been found
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| Three days and nights she’d lie by him
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| She thought her heart it would break with woe
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| When a cruel hunger came upon her
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| And in despair to her home she did go
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| Oh sister, sister why do you whisper
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| And won’t you tell us where you’ve been
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| Stand off, stand off you bloody butchers
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| My love and I you have all slain |