Silver Dagger

Don't sing love songs, you'll wake your mother She's laying there, right by your side And in her right hand, a silver dagger She says that I, can't be your bride All maids are false, says your mother They'll tell you wicked, winning lies And the very next evening, they'll love another Leave you alone, to pine and cry Go find yourself, a rich young maiden And hope that she, will be your wife For I've been warned, and I've decided To live alone, all of my life