SHEATH AND KNIFE Oh tis whispered in the kitchen, tis whispered in the hall Oh the broom blooms bonnie, the broom blooms fair That king's daughter goes with child by her brother And they will never go down to the broom any more He has taken his sister down to his father's deer park With a yew tree bow and arrow slung fast across his back And it's when you hear me give a loud cry From your bow shoot an arrow and there let me lie And when you see that I am dead Then dig me a grave, lay some turf at my head And it's when he did hear her give a loud cry He shot a silver arrow and there he let her lie Then he dug her a grave both long, wide and deep And he buried his own sister with their baby at her feet Then he has gone home to his father's own hall There was music, there was dancing, there were minstrels and all Oh Willie, oh Willie, what gives you such pain I have lost a sheath and knife that I'll never see again My father has ships all sailing on the sea But such a sheath and knife they can never bring to me __________ Child #16 @family @murder @baby @ballad recorded by Jean Redpath (Minstrels), MacColl (Solo), and Geordeanna McCoullough filename[ SHEATHKF play.exe SHEATHKF SF ===DOCUMENT BOUNDARY===