Sheila Kay Adams – Young Hunting

Sheila Kay Adams – Young Hunting Lyrics

Artist: Sheila Kay Adams
Song: Young Hunting

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Come in, come in, my old true love
And spend this night with me
For I have a bed, it’s a very fine bed

I’ll give it up for thee, thee
I’ll give it up for thee
It’s I can’t come in, no, I ain’t comin’ in
To spend this night with thee

For I have a wife in the Old Scotland
This night she waits for me, me
This night she waits for me
It’s she drawed out her little penknife

It a-being both keen and sharp
She step-ped up to her own true love
And stabbed him through his heart, heart
She stabbed him through his heart

Woе be, woe be, Lady Margarеt – he cried
Woe be, woe be to thee
For there ain’t no wife in the whole country
That I loved any better than thee, thee

That I loved any better than thee
Be still, be still, my old true love
One hour or two or three
And I will send for a doctor near

To save the life of thee, thee
To save the life of thee
It’s I can’t live, nor I won’t live
From the wound you’ve given me

No doctor’s hand, only God’s own hand
Could save my life for me, me
Could save my life for me
This thing I promise thee

If you’ll help me on this dark night
My gown I’ll give to thee, thee
My gown I’ll give to thee
It’s she took a-hold of his long yellow hair

And the other took up his feet
The throwed him into the old dry-well
Which was so cold and deep, deep
Which was so cold and deep

Lay there, lay there, my own false love
Till the flesh rots off’n your bones
And the little ol’ wife in the Old Scotland
Shall mourn for your return, -turn

Shall mourn for your return
Up spoke, up spoke a pretty little bird
All from the willow tree
There weren’t no girl in the Old Scotland

That he loved any better than thee, thee
That he loved any better than thee
Fly down, fly down, my pretty little dove
And perch upon my knee

I’ll give you a cage of the purest gold
Sure beats that willow tree, tree
Sure beats that willow tree
I won’t come down, no, I ain’t comin’ down

To perch upon thy knee
For you just murdered your own true love
The same you’d serve to me, me
The same you’d serve to me

It’s I’ll go and get my arrow and my bow
My arrow and my string
An’ I’ll shoot you through your tender little heart
You never more shall sing, sing

You never more shall sing
While you go to get your arrow and your bow
Your arrow and your string
I’ll fly away on my two little wings

Forever more I’ll sing, sing
Forever more I’ll sing
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Release Year: 2000