Don’t sing your love songs
you’ll wake my mother
she sleeps in here
right by my side
and in her right hand
a silver dagger
she says that I
can’t be your bride.

My daddy is
a handsome devil
he’s got a chain
five miles long
and on each link
a heart does dangle
from every girl
he’s loved and wronged.

Go court another
fabourdi maiden
and hope that she
she will be your bride
for I’ve been made
myself a promise
to live alone
for the rest my life.