Sheath and Knife - In Europa

	And the sun goes over the woods
	There was a sister and her brother
	Who loved one another
	Sister, we'll gang tae the broom
	O sister I would lay thee doon
	Brother, alas, would you do so
	To my death I would sooner go
	And the folk they talk together
	That the lass is with bairn to her brother
	O brother you have done me ill
	And we will both burn on yonder hill
	You go to my father's stable
	And take twa 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
	You go to yon hill so high
	And take your bow, arrows and good eye
	When you hear my loud, loud cry
	Bend your bow and let me die
	When he heard her loud, loud cry
	He bent his bow and let her die
	When he came to her side
	The babe was born and the lady died
	Then he took his young, young son
	And borne him to a milk woman
	He's given himself a wound for sure
	He won't gang tae the broom no more
	0 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