In Maryhill,
where I did dwell,
Lived a maid I knew quite well.
I courted her
by night and day.
She got in
the family way.
Silver dagger,
turtle dove,
She did not know,
my Willie dear,
The dreadful rhymes that would have come,
When you poked
at me in fun.
She cried, oh Willie,
what can I do?
I'll have to blame
it all on you,
Made me wonder
what you said.
Who the hell's Willie?
My name is Fred.
Silver dagger,
turtle dove,
She did not know,
Willie dear,
The dreadful rhymes that would come,
When you poked
at me in fun.
She sat down
and wept and cried,
Wished to God
that she had died.
God, he did
not heed her plea,
So I shoved off
for Paul the deed.
Silver dagger,
turtle dove,
She did not know,
Willie dear,
The dreadful rhymes that would
come,
When you poked
at me in fun.
She went upstairs
with a rope,
Tried to cut
a lily white's rope.
The rope was blunt and in pain.
She took a knife and blew out her brain.
Turtle dove,
silver dagger,
You did not know,
my Willie love,
The dreadful rhymes that would be sung,
When you poked
at me in fun.
She found a lion on the ground,
In a bosom,
there's no place found,
A bottle of salt,
a bag of coal,
Two sliced loaves
and a toilet roll.
Silver dagger,
turtle dove,
She did not know,
Willie dear,
The dreadful rhymes that would come,
When you poked
at me in fun.