woman: darling dear what have you done?
your clothes are town, your make-up runs.
daughter: i ran through brambles, blooming thistle
i washed my face in the river when you whistled me on.
woman: darling dear, what hav eyou done?
your hands and face are smeared with blood.
daughter: the chaplain came and called me out
to beat and to butcher his mother's sow
woman: but darling dear, they found him dead
this morning on 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.
crone: 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.
