| Song | Sheath and Knife |
| Artist | Neutral |
| Album | ...of Shadow and Its Dream |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 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 |
| zuo ci : 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 |
| zuò cí : 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 |