The Twa Brithers
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Two pretty boys were a goin' to the school
An' one evening found them home
Says William to John, "Ah can ye throw a stone,
Or can ye play at the ball, the ball,
Or can ye play at the ball"

Says John to William, "I cannot throw a stone,
Little can I play at the ball,
But if you'll go down to a merry green woods
I'll try you a wrestle an' fall, an fall'
I'll try you a wrestle an fall"

So they went down tae a merry green woods
Beneath the spreadin' bower
The little thin knife fell out of Williams coat
Gave John his deadly wound, wound,
An gave John his deadly wound

"Ah now you take off your white Holland shirt
An tear it fae gore tae gore
And you will bind my deadly wounds
That they might bleed no more, more
That they might bleed no more"

So he's taken off his white Holland shirt
An' he's torn it fae gore tae gore
An oh he's bound his deadly wounds
And they bled ten times more, an' more
Ah 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 London school
An' a good scholar I'll come home, come home
An' A good scholar I'll come home"

"Ah but what shall I tell your sister  dear,
This night when I go home?"
"Tell her I'm away to London school
An' good books I'll bring home, home
An' good books I'll bring home"

"Ah but what shall I tell your sweetheart dear
This night when I go home?"
"Tell her I'm dead of a thin grey blade
An the grass is growin' green, green
An' the grass is growin' green"

"Ah but what shall I tell your step-mother dear
This night when I go home?"
"Tell her I'm dead of a thin grey blade
For she prayed I might never come home, home
She prayed I might never come home."

"She Prayed I might never come home...."