Word is up to the king's dear daughternAnd word is spreading all over the landnThat's she's been betrayed by her own dear brothernThat he has chosen another fair handnnMany young man had a song of her beautynAnd many a grand deed for her had been donenBut within her sights she carried the childnOf her father's youngest, fairest sonnnTell to me no liesnTell to me no storiesnBut saddle my good horse and I'll go and see my own true lovenIf your words be true ones, then that will mean the end of mennBrother oh brother what lies be these onesnThey say your love to another I losenThere's a child within me of thy very own lineagenAnd I know it's I that thou would chosennAnd have you yet told your father or mothernAll that thou has told here to menAnd he's taken off his good braided swordnAnd I am down beside his kneennNo I've not told no one but you my dear onenFor it's a secret between us twonAnd I would come home and quit all my roamingnAnd spend my days only waiting on younnToo late too late for change my sisternMy father has chosen another fair bridenAnd he stabbed her easy and lovingly lay hernDown in her grave by the green wood sidennAnd when he's come home to his own wedding of feastingnAnd his father asks why he's weeping all sonHe says such a bride as a I've seen on this morningnNever another man shall known