When he taps upon the door, the night was dark and grey,
A lonely daughter sits at home, so pretty and so trim,
Sir my father is in bed, my mother is in show,
I fear I cannot let you in although your voice I know,
I am your brother Michael, the one you love so dear,
Who ran away to sea to join those dashing bucanneers,
Now my fortunes have been made, -,
I hear my fathers wealth is gone, he's a poor man once again,
I should tell the story in the morning above the mine,
Come to the guest room, sleep on the linen fine,
Father will forgive me because I've let no stranger in,
You've come to mend misfortunes, lines an open ring,
In the morn the father woke before the daughter left,
Saw the bags of gold belonging to his unknown guest,
Wife realised the kid, the sone he must have seen,
Before daughter marries him, rich man lays within,
And if she marries him the gold should to him belong,
Kill him we must steal the bag, tell her he is gone,
She crept into the silent room, where lay her precious guest,
Quickly in the darkness put the dagger to his chest,
The general woke to hear the father sobbing for his son,
Crying out loud dam you wife you'll pay for what you've done,
Then our son now lies here dead and stands is a wicked wife,
As the daughter runs to his room she falls upon his knife,
