Cruel Husband

Cruel Husband
Filked From: Cruel Mother
Copyright Ann A. Straut / Temair inghen Muiredaich

He sat down below a thorn,
Fine flowers in the valley;
And there he saw her unadorned,
And the green leaves they grow rarely.

Smile na sae sweet, my bonie lass:
And ye smile sae sweet, ye'll smile me dead.

He's taen out his little penknife
And twinned the sweet lass o' her life.

He's howket a grave by the light o' the moon
And there he's buried his sweet lass in.

As he was going to the church
He saw a sweet lass in the porch.

O sweet lass and thou were mine
I wad cleed thee in the silk so fine.

O husband dear, when I was thine,
You didna prove to me sae kind.

O cursed husban, heaven's high,
And that's where thou will neer win nigh.

O cursed husband, hell is deep,
Fine flowers in the valley;
And there thou'll enter step by step,
And the green leaves they grow rarely.