Sovay (Traditional) |
Sovay, Sovay, all on a day, she
dressed herself in mans array With a brace of pistols all at her side To meet her true love, to meet her true love as he did ride As he came galloping oer the plain, she met her
true love and bade him stand He delivered up his gold and store, and still
she craved for wanting more "From my diamond ring I would not part,
for 'tis a token from my sweetheart Next morning in the garden green young Sovay
and her true love were seen "Why do you blush, you silly young thing?
I sought to have that diamond ring "I only did it for to know if you would
be a man or no |