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The Two Brothers
7 What do you want, my pretty Susie ? What do you want with me ?
I want a kiss from your clay-cold lips, 'Tis all I ask of thee.
8 If I were to kiss your rosy cheeks My breath it is too strong.
If I were to kiss your ruby lips, You would not stay here long.
9 So now go home, my pretty Susie, And moan no more for me,
For you may moan to Eternity, My face no more you'll see.
2 The oldest threw the youngest down, He threw him to the ground,
And from his pocket came a penknife And give him a deathless wound.
3 Pull off, pull off, your woolen shirt, And tear it from gore to gore,
And wrap it around this deathless wound, And that will bleed no more.
4 He pulled off his woolen shirt, And tore it from gore to gore,
And wrapped it around this deathless wound, And it did bleed no more.