Little Musgrove And Lady Barnswell

There were nine ladies of the East
 Assembled at the ball
 The first to come in was Lord Barnswell's Lady
 The fairest of them all
 She cast her eyes on Little Musgrove
 And Little Musgrove on she
 How much would you take you Little Musgrove
 To tarry all night with me
 To tarry all night with you fair lady
 Would cause no end of war
 For I know you are Lord Barnswell's lady
 By the gold rings you wear
 So what if I am Lord Barnswell's lady
 This night I mean to beguile
 For he is away to fair old England
 He won't be back for a while
 Oh what is it that I hear
 Says Little Musgrove says he
 Oh no oh no it is but the wind
 As it stirs the leaves on the tree
 Lie still lie still you Little Musgrove
 And shield me from the cold
 It's not it's not but a little shepherd
 As he drives his sheep to the fold
 Then up came Barnswell and his men
 And pounded at the ring
 Rise up rise up you Little Musgrove
 Rise up and let me in
 He's taken off the coverlet
 He's taken off the sheets
 Oh now oh now you Little Musgrove
 Do you find my lady sweet
 Arise arise you Little Musgrove
 And you your clothes put on
 For it should never be said of Barnswell
 That he killed a naked man
 The very first blow that Musgrove gave
 He wounded Lord Barnswell sore
 The very first blow that Lord Barnswell gave
 And Little Musgrove was no more
 She lifted up his dying head
 And kissed him from cheek to chin
 I'd rather have you oh Little Musgrove
 Than Banswell and all his kin
 He's turned around to his fair lady
 And stabbed her to the heart
 Since in this life you have lovers been
 In death you shall not part