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AMERICAN BALLADS AND SONGS 123 (B) SILVER DAGGER
Come sit you down and give attention Of these few lines I am going to write.
'Tis of a comely youth whose name I'll mention Who lately courted a beauteous^biidev-^ |
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But when her parents came to know it, They strove, they strove, by night and day
To keep her from her own dear William. "He is poor," they would ofttimes say.
She being young and tender hearted, Not knowing what she must undergo,
She wandered far, she left the city, Some shady grove and field to view.
She being alone down by the river, All in the shade of a blooming tree,
She says, "And shall I, shall I ever, The wife of my Sweet William be?"
She then pulled out a silver dagger,
And pierced it through her snowy white breast. Saying these words, just as she staggered,
"Farewell, true love, I'm going to rest."
He being lone down in the city, Hearing the moans this young lady made, |
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