There was three sisters picking flowers
High and a lee and aloney-O!
They scarced but picked but one or two
On the Burly Burly Banks of Barbry-O
It's there they spied a bank robber bold
It's there they spied a bank robber bold
He took the oldest by the hand
He hurled her 'round he made her stand
Saying will you be a bank robber's wife
Or will you die by my penknife
No I shan't be a bank robber's wife
I'd rather die by your penkife
Then he took out his penknife
And there he ended her sweet life
He took the next one by her hand
He hurled her 'round he made her stand
Saying will you be a bank robber's wife
Or will you die by my penknife
No I shan't be a bank robber's wife
I'd rather die by your penkife
Then he took out his penknife
And there he ended her sweet life
He took the youngest by her hand
He hurled her 'round he made her stand
Saying will you be a bank robber's wife
Or will you die by my penknife
Yes I will be a bank robber's wife
So I shan't die by your penknife
Oh dear I wish my two brothers was here
You would not have killed my sisters dear
Oh what would your two brothers do
One 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