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There was a sister and her brither
The sun gaes tae oot owre the wood
Wha maist entirely loved each other.
God, gif we had never been sib.

Sister, we'll gang tae the broom
The sun gaes tae oot owre the wood
O sister, I would lay thee doon
God, gif we had never been sib.

Brither, alas, would ye dae sae
The sun gaes tae oot owre the wood
I sooner would my deith gang tae.
God, gif we had never been sib.

A' the folk they talk through ither
The sun gaes tae oot owre the wood
That the lass is wi' bairn to her brither.
God, gif we had never been sib.

O, brither ye hae done me ill
The sun gaes tae oot owre the wood
And we will baith burn on yon hill.
God, gif we had never been sib.

Ye'll gang tae my faither's stable
The sun gaes tae oot owre the wood
And tak' twa horses stout and able.
God, gif we had never been sib.

She's up on the white horse, he's on the black
The sun gaes tae oot owre the wood
Wi' his yew-tree bow slung fast tae his back.
God, gif we had never been sib.

They hadnae rode a mile but ane
The sun gaes tae oot owre the wood
E'er her pains they did come on.
God, gif we had never been sib.

I would gie a' my faither's land
The sun gaes tae oot owre the wood
For a good midwife at my command
God, gif we had never been sib.

Ye'll gang tae yon high high hill
The sun gaes tae oot owre the wood
And tak' your how and arrows wi' ye
God, gif we had never been sib.

When ye hear my loud, loud cry.
The sun gaes tae oot owre the wood
Then bend your bow and let me die.
God, gif we had never been sib.

He's gane tae yon hill sae high
The sun gaes tae oot owre the wood
He bent his bow and let her die
God, gif we had never been sib.

When he cam' tae her beside
The sun gaes tae oot owre the wood
The babe was born, the lady deid.
God, gif we had never been sib.

Then he has ta'en his young, young son
The sun gaes tae oot owre the wood
And borne him tae a milk-woman.
God, gif we had never been sib.

He's gien himsel' a wound fu' sair
The sun gaes tae oot owre the wood
Well never gang to the broom nae mair.
God, gif we had never been sib.

O mither, I hae tint my knife
The sun gaes tae oot owre the wood
I lo'ed it better than my life
God, gif we had never been sib.

But I hae tint a better thing
The sun gaes tae oot owre the wood
The bonnie sheath my knife was in.
God, gif we had never been sib.

Is there no' a cutler intae Fife
The sun gaes tae oot owre the wood
That could mak' to thee a better knife
God, gif we had never been sib.

There's no' a cutler in a' the land
The sun gaes tae oot owre the wood
That could mak' sic a knife tae my command.
God, gif we had never been sib.