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In Bruton Town there lived a noble man |
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He had two sons and a daughter fair |
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By night and day they were contriving |
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For to fill their sister's heart with care |
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One night one night our restless young girl |
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One brother rose up from his bed |
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He heard the servant court their sister |
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Oh he heard they had a mind to wed |
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Oh when he rose the very next morning |
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Went searching for the servant-man |
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And when he found him this young man he murdered |
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Oh left him lying in the briars around |
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Oh she went to bed a-crying and lamenting |
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And thinking of her own true love |
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And as she slept she dreamt that she saw him |
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a-lying in the countryside all covered with gore and blood |
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Oh brothers, brothers why do you whisper |
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And what's become of this servant man? |
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Oh we lost him when we were a-contending |
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We lost him were he won't ever be found |
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Oh she early rose the very next morning |
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And searched the countryside around |
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And there she saw her own dear jewel |
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A-lying in the briars where he'd been found |
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Three days and nights she'd lie by him |
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She thought her heart it would break with woe |
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When a cruel hunger came upon her |
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And in despair to her home she did go |
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Oh sister, sister why do you whisper |
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And won't you tell us where you've been |
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Stand off, stand off you bloody butchers |
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My love and I you have all slain |
