Lady Mary was young
Lady Mary was fair
She longed for the hand of her lover
They met one fine day
And he asked her to wait
To be wed before he would touch her
Be bold be bold
Be bold be bold
Be bold but not too bold
She crept to his home
She went all alone
For she longed to know of her lover
In a chamber she spied
Where he lay with a bride
And around him the bones of many others
Be bold be bold
But not too bold
Lest your hearts blood should run cold
On the day of the wedding
He found her quite white
She told him of disquieting dreams
Of how he had hacked off
The hand of his bride
To take from her finger her ring
Not so not so
Not so he said
Not so and nor was it so
With a shout she arose
Pulled the hand from her clothes
Yes it is, yes it is so she cried
With the hand she accused
And he sat quite unmoved
As he brothers cut him down with their knives
Be bold be bold
But not too bold
Lest your hearts blood should run cold