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"Who is at my window weeping,
Weeping there so bitterly?"
"It's I, it's I, your own true loved one,
Arise, arise and pity me."
"Darling, go and ask your mother,
If thou my wedding bride will be;
If she says no, return and tell me,
No longer will I trouble thee."
"How can I go and ask my mother,
For I'm her only child and dear?
Oh, darling, go and seek some other,"
She softly whispered in his ear.
"Darling, go and ask your father,
If thou my wedding bride will be;
If he says no, return and tell me,
No longer will I trouble thee."
"My father's on his bed a-sleeping,
With a shining sword placed on his breast;
All for to slay my own true loved one,
To slay the lad that I love best."
Then William took the shining sword,
And pierced it through his aching heart;
"Adieu, adieu to all false loved ones,
Adieu, adieu, we both shall part."
Then Mary took the blood-stained sword,
And pierced it through her lily white breast;
"Adieu, adieu to my cruel parents,
Adieu, adieu, we both shall rest."
Collected in 1952 from Mrs. Lucy Heaney of Stock Cove, NL, by Ken Peacock and published in Songs Of The Newfoundland Outports, Volume 3, pp.733-734 by The National Museum of Canada (1965) Crown Copyrights Reserved. Also recorded on the album Songs And Ballads Of Newfoundland, Folkways FG 3505, LP (1956) cut#A.01.
A variant was collected in 1951 from Frank Knox of St. Shott's, NL, and published as Silver Dagger in MacEdward Leach And The Songs Of Atlantic Canada © 2004 Memorial University of Newfoundland Folklore and Language Archive (MUNFLA).
