Henry Lee

Lie down, lie down, love Henry Lee and stay with me this night
You will have my candle and coal, my fire's burnin' bright
My fire's burnin' bright

I won't lie down, I can't lie down, and stay all night with thee
There's a lady ten times fairer than you in Barnard's Hall for me
In Barnard's Hall for me

He's leanin' o'er her soft pillow to give her a kiss so sweet
But her little pen knife held keen and sharp
She's wounded him full deep
She's wounded him full deep

Oh I will lie down, I must lie down, I welcome it said he
There's no lady in Barnard's Hall that I love better than thee
I love more better than thee

Well live my love, Lord Henry, she said,
For an hour, or two, or three
And all the cards about my waist I freely give to thee
I'd freely give to thee

Well all the cards about your waist will do no good for me
Love don't you see my own cards flash
Come twinkling at my knee
Come twinkling at my knee

She took him by his long yellow hair,
She dragged him by his feet,
She threw him down a cold dark well some fifty fathoms deep
A full fifty fathoms deep

Lie down, lie down, you pretty little bird
Lie down along my knee
No girl who would murder her own true love,
Would kill a little bird like me
Would kill a little bird like me

Oh I wished I had my bending bow, my arrow in my string
I'd shoot my dart right through your heart so you no longer sing
So you no longer sing

I wished you had your bending bow,
Your arrow in your string!
I'd fly on back to Barnard's Hall,
You'd always hear me sing
You'd always hear me sing!

I'd fly on back to Barnard's Hall,
You'd always hear me sing
You'd always hear me sing