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| Sovay, Sovay, all on a day |
| She dressed herself in man's array |
| With a sword and pistol all by her side |
| To meet her true love, to meet her true love away did ride |
| As she was riding over the plain |
| She met her true love and bid him stand |
| "Your gold and silver, kind sir," she said |
| "Or else this moment, or else this moment your life I'll have" |
| And when she'd robbed him of his store |
| She said, "Kind sir, there's just one thing more-- |
| A golden ring which I know you have |
| Deliver it, your, deliver it, your sweet life to save" |
| "The golden ring a token is; |
| My life I'll lose, the ring I'll save" |
| Being tender-hearted just like a dove, |
| She rode away from, she rode away from her true love |
| Next morning in the garden green |
| Just like true lovers they were seen |
| He spied his watch hanging by her cloak |
| Which made him blush like, which made him blush like any rose |
| "What makes you blush at so silly a thing? |
| I thought to have had your golden ring |
| 'Twas I that robbed you all on the plain |
| So here's your watch again, here's your watch and your gold again |
| "For I did intend and it was to know |
| If you were my true love or no |
| Well, now I have a contented mind |
| My heart and all my, my heart and all my gear is thine" |
Sovay
Traditional
As recorded by John Doyle on Evening Comes Early