Here's the correct lyrics from Lizzie Gibson's version. The one in the DT has been sanitized (?) I assume because of such lines:

Till she saw her own dear father's head,
Come tumbling by her foot.

EARL BRAND- Version E- Mrs. Lizzie Gibson, Crozet Va., April 26, 1918

1. Wake you up, wake you up, you seven sleepers
And do take warning of me;
O do take care of your oldest daughter dear
For the youngest are going with me.

2. He mounted her up on his bonny, bonny brown
Himself on the dark apple grey,
He drew his buckles down by his side
And away he went singing away.

3. Get you up, get you up, my seven sons bold
Get on your arms so bright;
For it never shall be said that a daughter of mine
Shall lie with a lord all night.

4. He rode, he rode that livelong day
Along with his lady so dear,
Until he saw her seventh brother come
And her father were walking so near.

5. Get you down, get you down, Lady Margaret, he cried,
And hold my horse for awhile,
Until I can fight your seventh brother bold,
And your father is walking so nigh.

6. She held, she held, she *bitter, bitter held
And never shedded one tear,
Until she saw her seventh brother fall
And her father she loved so dear.

7. "O light you off, fair Ellen," said he,
"And hold my steed by the rein,
Till I play awhile with your father,
And seven brothers all.

8. Fair Ellen she stood there,
And never changed a word.
Till she saw her own dear seven brothers all,
A-wallowing in their own blood.

9. Fair Ellen she stood there,
And never changed a note,
Till she saw her own dear father's head,
Come tumbling by her foot.

10. "O hold your hand, sweet William," said she,
Love runs free in every vein,
But I have a father no more.
If you aren't satisfied with this
I wish you were in your mother's chamberee,
And I's in some house or room.

11. He rode up to his mother's gate
And jangled at the ring;
"O mother, dear mother, asleep or awake,
Arise and let me in."

12. "O sister, O sister. make my bed,
For my wound is very sore.
O mother, O mother, bind up my head,
For me you'll bind no more.

13. It was only about three hours before day,
And teh chicken's crowing for day,
When every wound that William received,
The blood began to pour.

14. Sweet William he died like it was today,
Fair Ellender tomorrow;
Sweet William died from the wounds hereceived,
Fair Ellender died of sorrow.

*Better?