Who Is At My Window Weeping?

Who is at my window weeping, Weeping there so bitterly? It's I, it's I, your own true lover Arise, arise and pity me. Darling, go and ask your mother If my wedding bride you'll be If she says no, return and tell me. And I'll no longer trouble thee. I cannot go and ask my mother For I'm her only child and dear Oh, darling, go and seek some other, She whispered softly in his ear. And Darling, go and ask your father If my wedding bride you'll be If he says no, return and tell me. And I'll no longer trouble thee. I cannot go and ask my father For he lies in bed and rest Beside him lie that silver dagger To slay the one that I love best Then William took that silver dagger And pierced it through his aching heart I bid adieu, to all false loved ones. I bid adieu, for now we part. Then Mary took the blood-stained dagger And pierced it through her lily breast. I bid adieu to my cruel parents. I bid adieu, for now we rest. I bid adieu to my cruel parents I bid adieu, for now we rest.