A Folksong

The Handsome Butcher

Seven locks upon the red gate, seven gates about the red town
In the town there lives a butcher and his name is Handsome John Brown
In the town there lives a butcher and his name is Handsome John Brown

John Brown's boots are polished so fine,
John Brown's spurs they jingle and shine
On his coat a crimson flower, in his hand a glass of red wine
On his coat a crimson flower, in his hand a glass of red wine

In the night, the golden spurs ring, in the dark, the leather boots shine
Don't come tapping at the window, now your heart no longer is mine

Don't come tapping at the window,
now your heart no longer is mine