Текст: Sandy Denny. Bruton Town.

In bruton town there lived a noble man

He had two sons and a daughter fair

By night and day they were contriving

For to fill their sister's heart with care



One night one night of restless slumber

One brother rose up from his bed

He heard the servant court their sister

Oh he heard they had a mind to wed



Oh when he rose the very next morning

Went searching for the serving man

And when he found him this young man he murdered

Oh left him lying in the briars around



Oh she went to bed a-crying and lamenting

And thinking of her own true love

And as she slept she dreamt that she saw him

A-lying in the countryside all covered with gore and blood




Oh brothers, brothers why do you whisper

And what's become of this serving man?

Oh we lost him where we were a-hunting gone

We lost him where he won't ever be found



Oh she early rose the very next morning

And searched the countryside around

And there she saw her own dear jewel

A-lying in the briars where he'd been found



Three days and nights here did lie by him

She thought her heart it would break with woe

When a cruel hunger came upon her

And in despair to her home she did go



Oh sister, sister why do you whisper

And won't you tell us where you've been

Stand off, stand off you bloody butchers

My love and I you have both slain