Debra Cowan - Burly Burly Banks of Barbry-O Lyrics
There was three sisters picking flowersHigh and a lee and aloney-O!They scarced but picked but one or twoOn the Burly Burly Banks of Barbry-OIt's there they spied a bank robber boldIt's there they spied a bank robber boldHe took the oldest by the handHe hurled her 'round he made her standSaying will you be a bank robber's wifeOr will you die by my penknifeNo I shan't be a bank robber's wifeI'd rather die by your penkifeThen he took out his penknifeAnd there he ended her sweet lifeHe took the next one by her handHe hurled her 'round he made her standSaying will you be a bank robber's wifeOr will you die by my penknifeNo I shan't be a bank robber's wifeI'd rather die by your penkifeThen he took out his penknifeAnd there he ended her sweet lifeHe took the youngest by her handHe hurled her 'round he made her standSaying will you be a bank robber's wifeOr will you die by my penknifeYes I will be a bank robber's wifeSo I shan't die by your penknifeOh dear I wish my two brothers was hereYou would not have killed my sisters dearOh what would your two brothers doOne was a minister, the other such as you.‘What was your two brothers’ names?’One was John, the other was James.’Oh, what is this that I have done?I have killed my sisters, all but one.And now I’ll take out my penknife,And here I’ll end my own sweet life
