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Sovay
(Traditional)
Sovay, Sovay, all on a day, she dressed herself in man’s 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 o’er the plain, she met her true love and bade him stand
"Stand and deliver, young man," she said,
"And if you do not, and if you do not, I’ll shoot you dead."

He delivered up his gold and store, and still she craved for wanting more
"That diamond ring that I see you wear --
Hand it over, hand it over and your life I’ll spare."

"From my diamond ring I would not part, for 'tis a token from my sweetheart
Shoot and be damned, you rogue!" said he,
"And you’ll be hanged, then, you’ll be hanged then for murdering me."

Next morning in the garden green young Sovay and her true love were seen
He spied his cross hanging from her clothes
Which made him blush, lads, made him blush, lads, like any rose

"Why do you blush, you silly young thing? I sought to have that diamond ring
‘Twas I who robbed you all on that plain
So here’s your gold, love, here’s your gold and your cross and chain."

"I only did it for to know if you would be a man or no
If you’d given me that ring," she said,
"I’d pulled the trigger, pulled the trigger and shot you dead."