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Love Henry (Child 68) - Hedy West

Love Henry / Loving Henry Lee / Lady Margaret / Young Hunting (Child No. 68) - Sung by Hedy West on "Ballads" (1967) Topic Records - 12T163. Note by Kevin W.: A cover of the excellent version collected by Cecil Sharp from Mrs. Orilla Keeton of Mount Fair, Virginia, on September 26, 1916: http://www.bluegrassmessengers.com/la... This text is almost identical to the one that was recorded by George Foss from Marybird McAllister of Brown's Cove, Virginia in 1958:    • Love Henry (Child 68) (No Commentary Edit)...   Song transcription: As Lady Margaret was going to her bed She heard the sound of a musical horn Which made her heart feel glad and sad To think it was her brother John, John Coming in from his wild hunt [*] But who should it be but her love, Henry Returning from his king, king Returning from his king. Light down, light down, Love Henery And stay all night with me You shall have a cheer with cheer cold girl, The best I can give thee, thee The best I can give thee. I won't light down, I shan't light down And stay all night with thee For there's a pretty girl in Merry Green Lea I love far better than thee, thee I love far better than thee. He bended over her soft pillow And gave her a kiss so sweet With a penknife in her right hand She wounded him in full deep, deep She wounded him in full deep. Woe be, woe be, Lady Margaret - he cried Woe be, woe be to thee Can't you see my own heart's blood Come twinkling down my knee, knee Come twinkling down my knee? She called unto a maid of hers Keep a secret, keep a secret on me All these fine robes on my body Will always be to thee, thee Will always be to thee. One taken him by his long yellow hair The other one by his feet They threw him into the well waters Which was so cold and deep, deep Which was so cold and deep. Lie there, lie there, Love Henery Till the flesh rots off your bone That pretty girl in Merry Green Lea Thinks long of you coming home, home Thinks long of you coming home. Up spoke, up spoke a pretty litte parrot Exceeding on a willow tree: There never was a girl in Merry Green Lea He loved far better than thee, thee He loved far better than thee. Come down, come down my pretty little parrot And sit all on my knee You shall have a cage of the pure, pure gold Instead of the willow tree, tree Instead of the willow tree. I won't come down, I shan't come down And sit all on your knee You have murdered your Love Henry More sooner you would kill me, me More sooner you would kill me. If I had an arrow in my hand My bow on a tuneful string I'd shoot a dart that could win your heart So you could no longer sing, sing You could no longer sing. If you had an arrow in your hand Your bow on a tuneful string I'd spread my wings and fly away And tune my voice to sing, sing And tune my voice to sing. [*] This is an error made by Mrs. Keeton the first time the song was taken down. It should be brother John returning from his king and Love Henry coming in from his wild hunting.