And the sun goes over the woods There was a sister and her brother Who did so loved one another O Sister, we'll gang tae the broom O Sister I would lay thee doon O Brother, alas, would you do so To my death I would sooner go And the folk they talk together About the lass is with bairn to her brother O brother you have done me ill And we will both burn on yonder hill O sister, you go to my father's stable And take two horses stout and able She's up on the white horse, he's on the black With his yew tree bow slung fast to his back They had not rode 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, go to yon hill so high And take your bow, arrows and your good eye When you hear my loud, loud cry Bend your bow and let the arrows fly When he heard her loud, loud cry He bent his bow and let these arrows fly When he came at her side The babe was born and the lady died Then he took his new born son And took him into the arms of a milk woman He's cut himself a wound for sure He won't gang tae the broom any more O mother I have lost my knife I loved it better than my life But I have lost a better thing The bonnie sheath my knife was in And the sun goes over the woods
作词 : Neutral Sheath And Knife
And the sun goes over the woods There was a sister and her brother Who did so loved one another O Sister, we'll gang tae the broom O Sister I would lay thee doon O Brother, alas, would you do so To my death I would sooner go And the folk they talk together About the lass is with bairn to her brother O brother you have done me ill And we will both burn on yonder hill O sister, you go to my father's stable And take two horses stout and able She's up on the white horse, he's on the black With his yew tree bow slung fast to his back They had not rode 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, go to yon hill so high And take your bow, arrows and your good eye When you hear my loud, loud cry Bend your bow and let the arrows fly When he heard her loud, loud cry He bent his bow and let these arrows fly When he came at her side The babe was born and the lady died Then he took his new born son And took him into the arms of a milk woman He's cut himself a wound for sure He won't gang tae the broom any more O mother I have lost my knife I loved it better than my life But I have lost a better thing The bonnie sheath my knife was in And the sun goes over the woods
