Lyrics:
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Three young ladies went out for a walk,
All-a-lee and a-lone-ee-o,
They met a robber on the way,
On the bonny, bonny banks of the Vergie-o.
He took the first one by the hand,
He whipped her round till he made her stand.
Saying, "Will you be a robber's wife,
Or will you die by my pen-knife?"
"I will not be a robber's wife,
I'd rather die by your pen-knife".
He took in his hand his own pen-knife,
And then he took her own sweet life.
He took the second one by the hand,
He whipped her round till he made her stand.
Saying, "Will you be a robber's wife,
Or will you die by my pen-knife?"
"I will not be a robber's wife,
I'd rather die by your pen-knife".
He took in his hand his own pen-knife,
And then he took her own sweet life.
He took the third one by the hand,
He whipped her round till he made her stand.
Saying, "Will you be a robber's wife,
Or will you die by my pen-knife?"
"I will not be a robber's wife,
Nor will I die by your pen-knife.
"If my brothers were here tonight,
You would not have killed my sisters bright".
"where are your brothers, I pray you tell?"
"One of them is a minister."
"What is the other I pray you tell?"
"He's out robbing, just like yourself."
"The Lord have mercy! Look what I've done!
I've killed ny sisters all but one!"
Then he picked up his own pen-knife,
And then he took his own sweet life".
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