I saw a maiden by the river side Waiting for her lover to come a-riding by She dressed her hair with a golden comb Love, it seemed, had gained the throne And then he killed her Struck once, then twice And then he killed her With his knife From stately mansion to the lowest slum Love and death beat their drums Lovers touch and lovers sigh Lovers part and lovers cry And then he killed her Struck once, then twice And then he killed her With his knife How easily love's vine does wilt How easily love's vine is spilt