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.
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.
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.
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.
And there he's buried his sweet lass in.
As he was going to the church
He saw a sweet lass in the porch.
He saw a sweet lass in the porch.
O sweet lass and thou were mine
I wad cleed thee in the silk so fine.
I wad cleed thee in the silk so fine.
O husband dear, when I was thine,
You didna prove to me sae kind.
You didna prove to me sae kind.
O cursed husban, heaven's high,
And that's where thou will neer win nigh.
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.
Fine flowers in the valley;
And there thou'll enter step by step,
And the green leaves they grow rarely.
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