The Jealous Lover - Ian & Sylvia

She dressed herself in men’s attire

And so gaily she was dressed

A’thinking to meet her own true love, the one that she loved best

But when he saw her a’coming

He cried out, «who is there?

It is my eldest brother, a’thinkin to meet my dear

But how soon will I deceive him, for his butcher I will be

He shall not live to enjoy my love nor yet to bother me"

He fired right at him as he thought

Which caused his loved one to fall

And in her tender bosom he lodged a fatal ball

«I fall, I fall, I fall», said she

«I fall unto the ground

Oh, Jimmie, cruel Jimmie

You have gave me my death wound

Come look at the crimson tide, that from my heart does flow

Oh Jimmie, cruel Jimmie

How could you use me so?»

And when he saw what he had done

He tore his lovin' hair

Another loaded pistol for himself he did repair

«I shall die for the love of Mary, I shall die for the life of thee!»

Come all bold lads and bold lassies

Be aware of jealousy