My stepmother slew me
My dear father ate me
My little brother whom I love
Sits below I sing above
Stick Stock Stone Dead
My stepmother was beautiful
She stole my father’s heart away
She wanted him all for herself
Wanted me out of the way
My little brother he was born
With hair as black as the carrion crow
My hair grew gold as summer corn
And She grew bitter as the sloe
We played in the shade of the juniper tree
Like a raven and a dove
Stepmother’s heart twisted like bark
Until she had no room for love
 [bad word] here [bad word] here my sweetie pies’
Night is nearing, better beware
But before you sleep, Susie Sweet
Let [bad word] your golden hair’
‘Your lovely locks are full of knots
They will break my [bad word] 
Fetch father’s axe and a billet of wood
I’ll cut the knots the wind has blown’
That night my brother has a dream
white bird crying scarlet tears
In the morning when he woke
His tender heart was full of fear
My stepmother baked tender pies
Neat meat pies with [bad word] of gold
Father ate up every bite
Brother let his pies grow cold
In the woods they found my bones
Buried them under the juniper tree
On my grave my brother weeps
Weeps until he cannot see.
And I will sing my little song
To soothe my brother’s tears away
To ring in my stepmother’s ears
Until she turns into the clay.