[00:37.05]I saw a maiden by the riverside[00:37.98]Waiting for her lover to come a-riding by[00:48.42]She dressed her hair with a golden comb[00:56.67]Love, it seemed, had gained the throne[01:11.91]And then he killed her[01:33.00]Struck once, then twice[01:39.99]And then he killed her[01:40.71]With his knife[02:21.66]From stately mansion to the lowest slum[02:29.82]Love and death beat their drums[02:37.89]Lovers touch and lovers sigh[02:45.84]Lovers part and lovers cry[03:06.39]And then he killed her[03:22.20]Struck once, then twice[03:29.25]And then he killed her[03:29.85]With his knife[03:44.64]How easily love's vine is spilt[03:50.40]How easily love's vine does wilt