Martin Carthy And Dave Swarbrick - Box On Her Head lyrics

There was a fine young damsel that in London town did dwell For wit and for beauty there was none could her excel She took her box all on her head and so she travelled along And the first one that she met with was a strolling naval man He says, Me pretty fair maid why do you go this way? I'll show you a quicker road across the country He's taken her by the lily-white hand and he's led her down the lane But he turned and said, Deliver your gold or else your life I'll have While this young feller was a-feeling for his knife She stole his pistol from his belt and she took away his life She took her box all on her head and so she travelled along And the next one that she met with was a noble gentleman Oh he says, Me pretty fair maid where are you going so late? And what was the noise that I heard be yonder gate? That box you carry upon your head it doesn't to you belong To your master or your misteress oh you have done something wrong Me master or me misteress I have done something new But I feel it in me own heart that the man that I have k**ed She took his horse by the bridle rein and she led him to the place Where this bold young robber lay a-bleeding on his face The gentleman knelt down for to see what he had got He'd two loaded pistols some powder and some shot He'd two loaded pistols some powder and some ball A knife and a whistle his comrades for to call He put the whistle to his lips and he blew both loud and shrill And four more bold young robbers came a-running o'er the hill The gentleman he shot one of them and that right speedily And this beautiful young damsel she shot the other three