Edward - Duo Noir

What did you kill your dear little brother for?

O my boy, come now tell it unto me

For the killing of three little dicky birds

That flew from tree to tree

What will you do with your houses and your land?

O my boy, come now tell it unto me

I will let them stand, till they fall down

For here no more can I be

What will you leave your dear little sister now?

O my boy, come now tell it unto me

I will leave her a rope to hang herself

On yonder high tree

What will you do when your father, he comes home?

O my boy, come now tell it unto me

I will place my foot on board of a ship

And will sail to a far country

When will I see your dear, dear, dear face again?

O my boy, come now tell it unto me

Never 'til the sun sets in yonder high tree

And that will never, never be