Sovay, Sovay all on a day She dressed herself in man's array With a brace of pistols all by her side To meet her true love, to meet her true love, she did ride.
As she was riding over the plain She met her true love and bid him stand, "Stand and deliver, young man,' she said "And If and you do not, and if and you do not, I'll shoot you dead!'
He delivered up his golden store And still she craved for one thing more; "That diamond ring, that diamond ring that I see you wear Oh hand it over, oh hand it over, and your life I'll spare.'
"That diamond ring I wouldn't part For it's a token from me sweetheart; You shoot and be damned, you rogue," said he. "And you'll be hanged, and you'll be hanged for murdering me.'
Next morning in the garden green Young Sophie and her love were seen; He spied his watch hanging by her clothes Which made him blush lads, which made him blush, lads, like any rose.
"Why do you blush, you foolish thing, I thought to have that diamond ring; 'Twas I who robbed you all on the plain So here's your gold, so here's your gold and your watch and chain.'
"I only did it for to know Whether you were a man or no; "If you had given me that ring," she said, "I'd have pulled the trigger, I'd have pulled the trigger and shot you dead.'