| In Bruton town there lived a farmer
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| Who had two sons and one daughter dear
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| By day and night they were contriving
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| To fill their parents' heart with fear
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| He told his secrets to no other
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| But unto her brother this he said:
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| 'I think our servant courts our sister
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| I think they has a great mind to wed
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| I’ll put an end to all their courtship
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| I’ll send him silent to his grave.'
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| They asked him to go a-hunting
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| Without any fear or strife
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| And these two bold and wicked villains
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| They took away this young man’s life
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| And in the ditch there was no water
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| Where only bush and briars grew
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| They could not hide the blood of slaughter
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| So in the ditch his body they threw
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| When they returned home from hunting
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| She asked for her servant-man
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| «I ask because I see you whisper
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| So brothers tell me if you can.»
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| «O sister, you do offend me
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| Because you so examine me
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| We’ve lost him where we’ve been a-hunting
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| No more of him we could not see.»
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| As she lay dreaming on her pillow
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| She thought she saw her heart’s delight;
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| By her bed side as she lay weeping
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| He was dressed all in his bloody coat
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| «Don't weep for me, my dearest jewel
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| Don’t weep for me nor care nor pine
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| For your two brothers killed me so cruel-
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| In such a place you may me find.»
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| As she rose early the very next morning
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| With heavy sigh and bitter groan
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| The only love that she admired
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| She found in the ditch where he was thrown
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| Three days and nights she did sit by him
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| And her poor heart was filled with woe
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| Till cruel hunger crept upon her
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| And home she was obliged to go |