Sovay, Sovay all on a day She dressed herself in man’s array With a brace of pistols all by her side To meet her true love, to meet her true love, away she’d ride As she was riding over the plain She met her true love and bid him stand “Stand and deliver, young sir,” she said “And if you do not, and if you do not, I’ll shoot you dead” He delivered up his golden store And still she craved for one thing more “That diamond ring, that I see you wear Oh hand it over, oh hand it over, and your life I’ll spare” `From that diamond ring I would not part For it’s a token from my sweetheart Shoot and be damned, you rogue” said he “And you’ll be hanged, you’ll be hanged then for murdering me” Next morning in the garden green Young Sophie and her true love were seen He spied his watch hanging from her clothes Which made him blush lads, which made him blush lads like any rose “Why do you blush you silly thing I thought to have that diamond ring T’was I who robbed you all on the plain So here’s your gold, love, so here’s your gold and your watch and chain I only did it for to know If you would be a man or no If you had given me that ring she said I’d have pulled the trigger, pulled the trigger and shot you dead”

Traditional Ballad