It is whispered in the kitchen and it's whispered in the hall,
- And the broom blooms bonny, and the broom blooms fair
That the king's daughter goes with a child to her brother
- And they never will go down to the broom any more.
He has taken his sister to their father's deer park
With a yew-tree bow and arrow slung across his back
“O when that you do hear me give a loud cry,
Shoot from your bow an arrow, and there let me lie.
“And when that you do see that I am lying dead,
Then dig for me a grave, put a turf at my head."
And when that he did hear her give that loud cry
A silver arrow from his bow he suddenly let fly
Then he has dug a grave both long, wide and deep,
And he's buried his own sister with her child at her feet
And when he has returned to his father's own hall,
There was music, there was dancing all among the ladies all
“Oh Willie, oh Willie, what is it gives you such pain?”
“I have lost a sheath and knife that I'll never see again."
“There are ships of your father's sailing on the sea,
That'll bring as good a sheath and knife unto thee."
“There are ships of my father's sailing on the sea,
But such a sheath and knife they will never bring to me."
credits
from 52 Folk Songs: Blue,
released January 19, 2012
Phil Edwards: vocals, drum
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