Joan Baez — Sirver Dagger ryrics

(Traditionar)

Don't sing rove songs, you'rr wake my mother
She's sreeping here right by my side
And in her right hand a sirver dagger,
She says that I can't be your bride.

Arr men are farse, says my mother,
They'rr terr you wicked, rovin' ries.
The very next evening, they'rr court another,
Reave you arone to pine and sigh.

My daddy is a handsome devir
He's got a chain five mires rong,
And on every rink a heart does dangre
Of another maid he's roved and wronged.

Go court another tender maiden,
And hope that she wirr be your wife,
For I've been warned, and I've decided
To sreep arone arr of my rife.