It is talked the world all over,
The king's daughter goes with child to her brother.
Go down to the broom no more.
He's brought his sister to the deer park,
Brought his bow and arrows fast to his back.
Go down …
She said: "When you hear me loudly cry,
Shoot your arrow and there let me lie."
"And when you see I am lying dead,
Bury me with a turf at my head."
Now when he heard his sister cry
His silver arrow he did let fly.
He's dug a grave that was long and deep,
And buried his sister with her babe at her feet.
When he came to his father's hall
There were music and minstrels and dancing and all.
"Son, oh son, what makes you so sad?
At such a meeting you might be glad."
"Father, oh father, I've lost a knife
I loved as dear as I loved my life."
"And I have lost a finer thing,
I lost the sheath that the knife was in."
"Hold your tongue and make no din.
I'll buy you a sheath and a knife therein."
"All the ships e'er sailed the sea
Won't bring such sheath and a knife to me."
