I have been unable to find in digitrad, Bronson, or ballad index a song I learned nearly forty years ago from a Nova Scotia singer whose name now eludes me. Anyone have a source? Here are the lyrics as I remember them:

"She dressed herself in men's attire So gaily was she dressed. Thinking to meet her own true love The one that she loved best.

But when he saw her a-coming He cried out, "Who is there?" It is my eldest brother Thinking to meet my dear.

But how soon will I deceive him For his butcher I shall be..."

Anyway, he shoots her, thinking she's his brother, discovers his error, she dies, he shoots himself. Moral: "Be aware of jealousy."