Francis James Child

“ O some they stole his powder-horn,
And some put water in his lang gun:
'O waken, waken, Parcy Reed!
For we do doubt thou sleeps too sound.
'O waken, O waken, Parcy Reed!
For we do doubt thou sleeps too long ”

“ You have left me in a fair field standin,
And in my hand an uncharged gun.
'O fare thee well, my wedded wife!
O fare you well, my children five!
And fare thee well, my daughter Jane,
That I love best that's born alive! ”

“ They had but rested a little while
Till Parcy Reed was sleeping sound.
There's nane may lean on a rotten staff,
But him that risks to get a fa;
There's nane may in a traitor trust,
And traitors black were every Ha. ”