Pure White Rose
When I was young I loved a maiden
Fairer than a pure white rose
She was all I ever lived for
I shall die where her blood flows
She was young and chaste and handsome
Like a lily, pure as snow
My hated rival's dearest conquest
Was that she his sweat-stained sheets should know
He was rich and well provided
A good husband, or so she thought
She trusted him with all her beauty
He broke her heart, the ragged sot
She came to me, a subdued figure
Hiding her fair face in shame
Draped in black from head to foot
She bid me never speak her name
I could not bear to see her wounded
I challenged my rival to a duel
Certain was I I would triumph
Against this heartless beast so cruel
We met upon the noontide hour
On the windy barren heath
We faced each other armed and ready
I drew my rapier from its sheath
We met in combat fast and fiercely
Slashing for each other's veins
We traded blows for hours there
But neither would give in to pain
When at last we had some pause
Panting, leaning on our swords
He spoke with barb'd unbridled fury
As if sharp daggers were his words
I rose to meet the devil man
Flailing with my bloodied sword
He brought his blade down hard and fast
And chopped my head down to the sward
My fair maid, my lovely one
She cries here every night you see
She cries for innocent blood twas lost
She cries alone, she cries for me
O mistress dear, weep not for me
My fair maid, my lovely one
Weep not, but think of me
What happened can be not undone

