Ed de Moel

Child Ballads - Lyrics

Child 11
The Cruel Brother
Version H

Herd's Manuscripts, I, 44, II, 75; Scottish Songs, 1776, I, 90; appended to G.

Narrative

1   She louted down to gie a kiss,
      With a hey and a lilly gay
He stuck his penknife in her hass.
      And the rose it smells so sweetly
2   Ride up, ride up,' cry'd the foremost man;
      With a hey and a lilly gay
'I think our bride looks pale and wan.'
      And the rose it smells so sweetly

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