Oh, I have a silver blade,
The edges sharp, the handle bone.
A pretty thing of silver made,
Now it's the only thing I own.
Once I knew a lordling fine.
I heard him whistle as he rode.
And I was bold to call him mine.
The shoes upon his horse were gold.
One look in my eyes and he,
Bid me climb onto his horse.
And asked if I'd his lady be,
And go away for ever more?
He spoke of love songs at each kiss,
And I who was a young girl then,
Was promissed every young girls bliss,
Got up and rode away with him.
He led me through his castle tall,
With promises and jewels until,
He led me through his castle hall,
And took my clothes and worked his will.
And when he had and I lay there,
From my head with a silver blade,
He cut a lock of my cold black hair,
And bid me dress and go my way.
But I marked well the silver blade,
And where he laid it when he did,
And when his back was turned away,
I burried it beneath his ribs.
I used the dagger as a spade,
Where the thorns and lilacs grow.
I cut the ground into a grave,
In a place even God don't know.
And every evening I returned,
To the place for him I chose,
Until his skin had turned to worms,
Wild dogs scattered his bones.
And all I have of what I was,
Is the memory of a maid,
Who mistook a thief for love,
But who gained a silver blade.