Something for the Weekend – No 401

by duncanr


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Lyrics

Two pretty boys were goin’ tae the school,
and one evening coming home
says William to John . . .

can you throw a stone?
Or can you play at a ball, a ball, or can you play at a ball?

Says John to William, I canna’ throw a stone,
little can I play at a ball.
But if you’ll go down to a merry green woods,
I’ll try you a wrestlin’ fall, a fall, I’ll try you a wrestlin’ fall.

So they went down tae a merry green woods,
beneath the spreadin’ bough.
The little penknife fell out of William’s coat,
and gave John his deadly wound, wound, and gave John his deadly wound.

Ah, now you’ll take off your white Holland shirt,
and teer it frae gore tae gore,
and you will bind my deadly wounds,
that they might bleed no more, no more, that they might bleed no more.

So he’s ta’en off his white Holland shirt,
and he’s torn it frae gore tae gore,
and though he’s bound his deadly wounds,
ah, they bled ten times more, more, they bled ten times more.

Ah, but what shall I tell to your father dear
this night when I go home?
Tell him I’m away to a London school,
and a good scholar I’ll come home, home, a good scholar I’ll come home.

Ah, but what shall I tell to your sister dear
this night when I go home?
Tell her I’m away to a London school,
and the good books I’ll bring home, home, the good books I’ll bring home.

Ah, but what shall I tell to your sweetheart dear
this night when I go home?
Tell her I’m dead and in the grave laid
and the grass is growin’ green, green, the grass is growin’ green.

Ah, but what shall I tell to your stepmother dear
this night when I go home?
Tell her I’m dead and in the grave laid
for she prayed I might never come home, home, she prayed I might never come home.

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