Prince Heathen

Lady sits in her garden fair, sewing a silken seam
And by there come this Prince Heathen, and he vowed her love he’d gain
O lady will you weep for me, lady tell me true
Oh never yet you, heathen dog, I never shall for you
She turned her around and aloud did cry, begone I love not you
And then he vowed him Prince Heathen, that she would weep full sore
O lady will you weep for me, lady tell me true
Oh never yet you, heathen dog, I never shall for you
So he’s laid her all on the ground between himself and the wall
And there he’s stripped her of her will and her maidenhead and all
O lady will you weep for me, lady tell me true
Oh never yet you, heathen dog, I never shall for you
Oh I slew your father in his bed and your mother by his side
And your seven brothers one by one, I drowned them in the tide
O lady will you weep for me, lady tell me true
Oh never yet you, heathen dog, I never shall for you
Oh I’ll lay you in a vault of stone with thirty locks upon
And meat nor drink you will never get till your baby it is born