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(learned from Ellen Faust during the 1960s;
.also found in Cecil Sharp' folk song collection but in a different meter)

(music to go here)

In Bruton Town there lived a farmer,
Who had two sons and one daughter fair.
By day and night they were contrivin'
To fill their parents' hearts with fear.

One told his secret to no other
But to his brother this he said,
I think our servant courts our sister,
I think they have a mind to wed.

If he our servant courts our sister,
That maid from such a shame I'll save.
I'll put an end to all their courtship,
And send him silent to his grave.

A day of hunting was prepared
in thorny woods where briars grow.
And there they did that young man a merder,
And in the brake his fair body threw.

Now welcome home, my dear young brothers,
Our servant man, is he behind?
We've lost him where we've been a-hunting,
We've lost him where no man can find.

She went to bed crying and lamenting,
Lamenting for her own true love.
She slept, she dreamed, she saw him by her,
All covered o'er in a gore of blood.

You rise up early tomorrow morning,
And straightway to the brake you go.
And there you'll find my body lying
All covered o'er in a gore of blood.

Then she rose early the very next morning,
Unto the forest brake she went.
And there she found her own dear lover,
All covered o'er in a gore of blood.

She took her kerchief from her pocket,
And wiped his eyes though he was blind.
Because he was my own true lover,
My own true lover and friend of mine.

And since my brothers have been so cruel
To take your tender sweet life away,
One grave shall hold us both together,
And along with you, in death I'll stay.

(from miriam berg's folksong collection)