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Love Henry

Martin Simpson
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As Lady Margaret was going to her bed She heard the sound of a musical horn It made her feel glad and sad to think it was her brother John John, coming in from his wild hunt But who should it be but Love Henry returning from his king King, returning from his king "Lie down, lie down, Love Henry, stay all night with me You shall have the cheer of a cheerful girl, the best I can give thee Thee, the best I can give thee" "I won't lie down, I shan't lie down, stay all night with thee For there's a girl by the city wall I love far better than thee Thee, love far better than thee" And he leaned across his saddle trim to give her a kiss so sweet With a penknife in her right hand, she wounded him in full deep Deep, wounded him in full deep "Woe be, woe be, Lady Margaret," he cried, "Woe be, woe be to thee And don't you see my own heart's blood come twinkling down my knee Knee, twinkling down my knee" She called unto a maid of hers, "A secret keep on me And all the robes on my body shall always be to thee Thee, always be to thee" One taking him by his long yellow hair, the other one by his feet They throwed him into the well water which was so cold and deep Deep, was so cold and deep "Lie there, lie there, Love Henry, 'til the flesh rots off your bones There's a girl by the city wall thinks long on you coming home Home, long on you coming home" Then up and spoke a pretty little bird exceeding on a willow tree "There never was a girl by the city wall I loved far better than thee Thee, loved far better than thee" "Come down, come down, my pretty little bird, sit all on my knee Your cage shall be made of beamed gold bars of ivory Re, bars of ivory" "I won't come down, I shan't come down, sit all on your knee You have murdered your own true love, sooner you would kill me Me, sooner you would kill me" "If I had an arrow in my hand, my bow on a tuneful string I'd shoot a dart into your heart, you could no longer sing Sing, could no longer sing" "But if you had an arrow in your hand, your bow on a tuneful string I'd spread my wings and fly away, tune my voice to sing Sing, tune my voice to sing"