abide, true love, she said.
You shall have your pleasure in me room,
With a coal and a candlelight.
Light with a coal and a candlelight.
Well, I won't abide, you false lady.
I will not stay all night.
For I have a far better love, you see,
when I go home than you, you,
Well, she's lent or a saddle high
to kiss her lips so sweet,
But with a broadsword in his hand,
she's wounded him full deep, deep,
she's wounded him full deep.
Why woundest me, you false lady?
There's not a doctor in all Scotland
can heal my mortal wound, wound,
can heal my mortal wound.
She awoke late in the morning,
just at the break of day,
Saying there's a dead man in my bar,
I wish he was away, away,
So they took him by the lily -white hand,
They threw him into a very deep well,
full fifty fathoms deep, deep,
Sleep there, sleep there,
sleep there, sleep all alone
think you're longer coming home,
think you're longer coming home
And then up spoke a pretty little bird,
There's not a man in all Scotland
thee he loved as well as thee
come down me pretty little bird,
For I have a golden cage at home
thee I will bestow to thee.
Well, I won't come down, you false lady,
I won't sit on your knee.
I'm sure you will slay me, me,
I'm sure you will slay me.
Well, if I had your bow to bend,
I'd shoot you through the very heart
you sing, sing, and no more hear
Well if you had your bow to bend,
your arrow and your spring,
I'd take to me wings and away I'd fly, you'd not see me again, again,