The version of this ballad that I've been singing for the past forty years or so is a collation of Ewan MacColl's with additional verses from Jeannie Robertson, and thus is rather long foe most occasions.

"Last nicht I slept in a warm feather bed,
My ain weeded lord aside me O.
Tonicht I lie in a cauld corn barn
Wi' the Gypsies lyin' aroon me O."

And...

"There were seven brithers o' us a'
We a' were wondrous bonny O
This verra nicht, we a' shall be hanged
For the stealin' o' the Earl's lady O."