B 11 Sovay (aka: The Female Highwayman) 
                                                                         Child #45 
Sovay, Sovay, one day, 
She dressed herself in men’s array.
With a brace of pistols all at her side,
To meet her true love, 
To meet her true love, away she rides.

As she was galloping over the plain, 
She met her true love and made him stand.
Stand and deliver young man, she said,
And if you do not, 
And if you do not, I’ll shoot you dead.

He delivered up his golden store, 
And still she craved for one thing more.
That diamond ring that I see you wear,
Hand it over, 
Hand it over and your life I’ll spare.

From my diamond ring I will not part, 
For it’s a token from my sweetheart.
Be damned, be damned you rogue, said he,
And you’ll be hanged then, 
And you’ll be hanged then for murdering me.

Next morning in the garden green, 
Sovay and her true love were seen.
He spied his watch hanging from her clothes,
Which made him blush lads, 
Which made him blush lads like any rose.

Why do you blush you silly young thing, 
I thought to have the diamond ring.
‘Twas I who robbed you out on that plain,
So here’s your gold love, 
Here’s your gold and your watch and chain.

I only did it for to see, 
If you would be the one for me.
If you’d given me that ring, she said,
I’d have pulled the trigger, 
Pulled the trigger and shot you DEAD.

Performer(s) Cattea the Studious
                  Thorvald Grimsson