Sheath and Knife

	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

	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