Love Henry

As Lady Margaret was a-going to her bed
She heard the sound of a musical horn;
It made her feel both glad and sad
To think it was her brother John, John
Coming in from his wild hunt
Who should it be but her love, Henry
Returning from his king, king
Returning from his king?
«Lie down, lie down, my love Henry
And stay with me tonight
You shall have a cheer of a cheerful girl
The best I can give thee, thee
The best I can give thee.»
«I shan’t come down and I won’t come down
And stay all night with thee
There’s a girl by the city wall
I love far better than thee, thee
I love far better than thee.»
He’s leaned across his saddle trim
To give her a kiss so sweet;
And with a pen-knife in her right hand
She’s wounded him in full deep, deep
She’s wounded him in full deep