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Indiana University Publications, Folklore Series
In Smithford Town there lived a merchant Who had twro sons and a daughter fair
And an apprentice bound for to be his servant, Who enraptured fell with the Lady Claire.
Ten thousand pounds was this lady's portion;
She was a meek and a comely dame. And upon this young man who'd crossed the ocean
She did intend to bestow the same.
'T was on one night when they were courting Her brothers chanced to overhear. "0 soon this courtship it shall be ended ;
We will send him headlong to his grave."
0 friends, believe that on the morrow A-hunting did these twTo brothers go,
And upon this young man they both did flatter That he along with them should go.
They traveled over hills and mountains;
Through lonesome valleys they did go Until they came to the Bamboo Briars,
And there they did him kill and throw.
When they returned home again,
She kindly asked for the servant man: "I ask because you seem to whisper;
Pray, brothers, tell me if you can/'
'T was late that night as she lay sleeping He came to her bedside and stood.
She was covered over with tears a-weeping; He was wallowed o'er with gores of blood.
"Don't weep for me, you charming creature;
It is but folly to repine. Your brothers killed me, being rash and cruel; In such a place, love, you may me find."