Folk and Traditional Song Lyrics:
Come All You Loyal Lovers

Come All You Loyal Lovers

Come All You Loyal Lovers

Come all you loyal lovers, I'd have you to draw near
And listen unto these few lines that I have written here
And while these lines I do write the salt tears I have felt
Lamenting for my own true love, who was slain in Atenveldt

My hands they are so feeble now, my pen I scarce can hold
My heart is full of sorrow now, my troubles are untold
I mourn just like a true turtledove, my heart beats a heavy knell
For now, alas, he lies dead, on the field in Atenveldt

I wish that I'd been near my love, that day upon the field
All for to save his dear heart's blood, his weapons I would wield
With his sword and shield in hand his enemies I would fell
For I'd kill the man who slew my love on the field in Atenveldt

I wish that I were an eagle, I'd fly into the air
All for to lose my labors and all to find him there
I would become like some little bird, my flight both true and fell
Until I found my own darling boy, on the field in Atenveldt

AJS