| And the sun goes over the woods
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| There was a sister and her brother
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| Who loved one another
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| Sister, we’ll gang tae the broom
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| O sister I would lay thee doon
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| Brother, alas, would you do so To my death I would sooner go And the folk they talk together
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| That the lass is with bairn to her brother
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| O brother you have done me ill
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| And we will both burn on yonder hill
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| You go to my father’s stable
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| And take twa horses stout and able
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| She’s up on the white horse, he’s on the black
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| With his yew tree bow slung fast to his back
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| They had not rode a mile but one
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| When her pains they did come on I would give all my father’s land
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| For a good midwife at my command
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| You go to yon hill so high
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| And take your bow, arrows and good eye
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| When you hear my loud, loud cry
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| Bend your bow and let me die
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| When he heard her loud, loud cry
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| He bent his bow and let her die
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| When he came to her side
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| The babe was born and the lady died
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| Then he took his young, young son
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| And borne him to a milk woman
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| He’s given himself a wound for sure
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| He won’t gang tae the broom no more
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| 0 mother I have lost my knife
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| I loved it better than my life
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| But I have lost a better thing
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| The bonnie sheath my knife was in And the sun goes over the woods |