Silverblade

I have myself a silver blade
 The edges sharp, the handle bone
 A little thing of silver made
 Now it's the only thing I own
 Once I knew a lordling fine
 I heard him whistle as he rode
 And I was bold to call him mine
 The shoes upon his horse were gold
 One look in my eyes and he
 Bid me climb onto his horse
 And asked if I'd his lady be
 And go away for ever more
 He spoke of love songs at each kiss
 And I who was a young girl then
 Was promised every young girl's bliss
 Got up and rode away with him
 He led me through his castle tall
 With promises and jewels until
 He led me through his castle hall
 Then took my clothes and worked his will
 And when he had and I lay there
 From my head with a silver blade
 He cut a lock of my crow-black hair
 And bid me dress and go my way
 But I marked well the silver blade
 And where he sat it when he did
 And when his back was turned I laid it
 Buried deep beneath his ribs
 I used my dagger as a spade
 Where the thorns and lilacs grow
 I cut the ground into a grave
 In a place even God don't know
 Every evening, I returned
 To the place for him I chose
 Until his skin had turned to worms
 Wild dogs scattered his bones
 And all I have of what I was
 Is the memory of a maid
 Who mistook a thief for love
 But who gained a silver blade