The Jealous Lover

She dressed herself in men's attire
And so gaily she was dressed
A-thinking to meet her own true love
The one that she loved best
But when he saw her a-coming
He cried out who is there?
It is my eldest brother
A-thinking to meet my dear

But how soon will I deceive him
For his butcher I will be
He shall not live to enjoy my love
Nor yet to bother me
He fired right at him as he thought
Which caused his loved one to fall
And in her tender bosom
He lodged a fatal ball

I fall, I fall, I fall said she
I fall unto the ground
Oh, Jimmy true well, Jimmy
You have gave me mighty wound
Come looketh the crimson tide
That from my heart does flow
Oh, Jimmy true well, Jimmy
How could you use me so?

And when he saw what he had done
He tore his loving hair
Another loaded pistol
For himself he did repair
I shall die for the love of Mary
I shall die for the life of thee
Come all bold lads and bold lassies
Be aware of jealousy.



Credits
Writer(s): Ian Tyson, Sylvia Fricker
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