I tore him from my true love, and boldly made him stand;
Being mad to desperation, my dagger pierced his breast,
I was betray’d by Mary, the Lily of the West.
Now my trial has come on, and sentenced soon I’ll be,
They put me in the criminal box and there convicted me,
She so deceived the jury, so modestly did dress,
She far outshone bright Venus—the Lily of the West.
Since then I’ve gain’d my liberty, I’ll rove the country through,
I’ll travel the city over, to find my loved one true;
Although she stole my liberty, and deprived me of my rest,