English Folk Songs from the Southern Appalachians

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	No. 15 Young Hunting A 2 I can't come in, I won't come in And stay this night with thee, For I have a wife in old Scotchee This night a-looking for me. 3 She did have a little penknife, It was both keen and sharp. She gave him a deathlike blow And pierced him through the heart. 4 She picked him up all in her arms, Being very active and strong, And she throwed him into an old dry well About sixty feet. 5 One day she was sitting in her father's parlour door, Thinking of no harm. She saw a bird and a pretty little bird All among the leaves so green. 6 Come down, come down, my pretty little bird And parley on my knee. I'm afeard you'd rob me of my life Like you did the poor Scotchee. 7 I wish I had my bow and arrow, My arrow and my string; I'd shoot you through your tender little heart, For you never no more could sing. 47