There was a lady dwelt in York
She fell in love with her father's clerk
She laid her head against the stone
And there she made most bitter moan
She took a knife both long and sharp
And stabbed her babes unto the heart
She said "Dear Children can you tell?"
"Where shall I go, to heaven or hell?"
"Oh yes dear mother we can tell
For it's we to heaven and you to hell"
She fell in love with her father's clerk
She laid her head against the stone
And there she made most bitter moan
She took a knife both long and sharp
And stabbed her babes unto the heart
She said "Dear Children can you tell?"
"Where shall I go, to heaven or hell?"
"Oh yes dear mother we can tell
For it's we to heaven and you to hell"