Darling dear, what have you done?
Your clothes are torn, your makeup runs.
I ran through brambles, blooming thistle
I washed my face in the river when you whistled me on.
Darling dear, what have you done?
Your hands and face are smeared with blood.
The chaplain came and called me out
To beat and to butcher his mother's sow.
But darling dear, they found him dead
This morning by the riverbed.
But hush now darling, don't you cry.
Your reward's in the sweet by-and-by.
Hush now baby, don't you cry.
Your reward's in the sweet by-and-by.
And now we've seen your powers
Softly stretch the hours
You're a fickle little twister
Are you sweet on your sister?
As now you go wandering home.
