This world is young and I am old, my time here is spent.
Let's quit this midden heap for the forest we go.
So bury me down beneath the pearly spring snow drops,
give us leave as we were ladies in countryside fair
Shall we rise by moonshine,
to wrap our hair in the bloodied shroud
and run free and naked under the stars?

Sister, my legs are bleedin,
Sister, my bones are snapping,
Oh Sister, where are we going?
Oh Sister, I didn't mean to;
Because Sister me, I think I'm dyin.

He was a hunter man,
a man gone hunting in our woods,
and sister don't you think I ran?
I ran hard and fast,
I wouldn't my flesh be cooked and my blood mixed with wine.
He had himself a gun
a gun it was
and in me it riddled my pelt with holes.

Sister, my legs are bleedin,
Sister, my bones are snapping,
Oh Sister, where are we going?
Oh sister, the bullets burn and he'll not be long,
Sister, don't leave me here;
Because Sister me, I think I'm dyin.