Sovay

Sovay, Sovay all on a day
She dressed herself in men’s array
With a brace of pistols all by her side
To meet her true love, to meet her true love, away she’d ride

As she was riding over the plain
She met her true love and bid him stand
‘Stand and deliver, young sir’, she said
‘And if you do not, and if you do not, I’ll shoot you dead’

He delivered up his golden store
And still she craved for one thing more
‘That diamond ring, that I see you wear
Oh hand it over, oh hand it over, and your life I’ll spare’

‘From that diamond ring I would not part
For it’s a token from my sweetheart
Shoot and be damned, you rogue’, said he
‘And you’ll be hanged, and you’ll be hanged, for murdering me’

Next morning in the garden green
Young Sophie and her true love were seen
He spied her watch hanging from her clothes
Which made him blush lad, which made him blush lad, like any rose

‘Why do you blush, you silly thing
I thought to have that diamond ring
T’was I that robbed you on that plain
So here’s your gold lad, so here’s your gold lad and your watch and chain’

‘I only did it for to know
If you would be a man or no
If you had given me that ring’. she said
‘I’d have pulled the trigger, pulled the trigger and shot you dead’

traditional Ballad

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