I have myself a silverblade, the edge is sharp, the handle bone

A little thing of silver made, now it's the only thing I own

Once I knew a lordling fine, I heard him whistle as he rode

And I was bold to call him mine, the shoes upon his horse were gold

One look in my eyes and he, bid me climb unto his horse

And asked if I'd his lady be, and go away forevermore

He spoke of love songs in each kiss, and I, who was a young girl then

Was promised every young girl's bliss, got up and rode away with him

He led me to his castle tall, with promises and jewels until

He led me through his castle hall

Then took my clothes and worked his will

And when he had, and I lay there, from my head with a silverblade

He cut a lock of my crow black hair, and bid me dress and go my way

But I marked well the silverblade, and where he set it when he did

And when his back was turned, I laid it buried deep beneath his ribs

I used my dagger as a spade, where the thorns and lilacs grow

I cut the ground into a grave, in a place even God don't know

Every evening, I returned to the place for him, I'd chose

Until his skin had turned to worms, wild dogs scattered his bones

And all I have of what I was, is the memory of a maid

Who mistook a thief for love, but who gained a silverblade

Silverblade