Murderer

Murderer

Place to place
Through the fire
Thee proclaim the death
Thy sword is blood
And thy ill ways
Did kill the lady fair
Art thee going to slay again
In March July or May
O'er the ground so meek

Hadst heard the screams
Hadst seen the blood
Hadst heard the lady fair

Upon thy face
Can see thy guilt
So kinsmen came
With their murderess swords
And their bloodthirsty eyes did glare
Did slay the head of thee
Blood poured upon the ground out everywhere

No more screams were heard

Place to place
Through the fire
No more deaths proclaimed