It is talk the whole world over The Kings daughter goes with child to her brother Go down to the broom no more He brought his sister to the deer park Brought his bow, and arrow fastened to his back Go down to the broom no more She said Oh, brother, oh, brother when you hear me cry Shoot your arrow there, and let me die. Go down to the broom no more And when you see that I am lying dead Bury me in the dirt up to my head. Go down to the broom no more And when he heard his sister cry His silver arrow he did let fly Go down to the broom no more And he dug a grave that was long, and deep And he buried his sister, with her babe at his feet Go down to the broom no more And when hes come to his fathers hall There was music, and dancing, and minstrels and all Go down to the broom no more He said Son, oh son what makes you so sad At such a meeting you might be glad. Go down to the broom no more He said Father, oh, Father I have lost a knife I loved as dear as my own life. Go down to the broom no more And I have lost a finer thing Ive lost the sheath that the knife was in. Go down to the broom no more He said Hold your tongue, and make no din Ill you buy you sheath, and a knife therein. Go down to the broom no more But all the ships that ever sailed the sea Wont bring such a sheath and a knife to me. Go down to the broom no more
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