Pentangle - Sovay [BBC Session 1968] Lyrics
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Sovay [BBC Session 1968]
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What Are The Lyrics For Sovay [BBC Session 1968] By Pentangle?
Sovay Sovay all on a day
She dressed herself in man's array With a brace of pistols all by her side To meet her true love, to meet her true love, she ride As she was riding over the plain She met her true love and bid him on his hand she said stop "Stand and deliver, come sir,'' she said "And If an you do not, and if an 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 diamond ring that I see you wear Oh hand it over, oh hand it over, and your life I'll spare'' "That diamond ring I wouldn't part For it's a token from me sweetheart You shoot and be damned you rogue" said he "And you'll be hanged and you'll be hanged for murdering me'' Next morning in the garden green Young Sophie and her love were seen He spied his watch hanging by her clothes Which made him blush lads, which made him blush lads like any rose "Why do you blush you silly thing I thought to have that diamond ring Twas I who robbed you all on the plain So here's your gold, so here's your gold and your watch again'' "I only did it for to know If you were be a man or no If you had given me that ring she said I'd have pulled the trigger I'd pulled the trigger and shot you dead'' |
Who Wrote Sovay [BBC Session 1968] By Pentangle?
Dave Swarbrick, Martin Carthy
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What's The Duration Of The Sovay [BBC Session 1968] By Pentangle?The duration of Sovay [BBC Session 1968] is 2:38 minutes and seconds. |
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