Woman: darling dear what have you done?
Your clothes are town, your make-up runs.
Daughter: i ran through brambles, blooming thistle
I washed my face in the river when you whistled me on.
Woman: darling dear, what hav eyou done?
Your hands and face are smeared with blood.
Daughter: the chaplain came and called me out
To beat and to butcher his mother's sow
Woman: but darling dear, they found him dead
This morning on the riverbed.
But hush now darling, don't you cry.
Your reward's in the sweet by-and -by.
Hush now baby, don't you cry.
Your reward's in the sweet by-and-by.
Crone: and now we've seen your powers
Softly stretch the hours
You're a fickle little twister
Are you sweet on your sister?
As now you go wandering home.
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