The rolling of the stones

Would you go to the rolling of the stones
Or the dancing of the ball?
Or would you go and see pretty Annie
Dancing among them all

Would you drink of the blood
The white wine and the red
Or would you go and see pretty Annie
Dancing among the dead

They had not danced a single dance
Nor tapped the hall around
When a knife that had come from his brother's side
Gave him a deadly wound

They picked him up and carried him along
They layed him down on the ground
And there he laid till the break of day
And made not a single sound

Annie's come awandering
A tablet all under her arms
and she's come to her true love's side
And there she began to charm

She's charmed the fish all out of the sea
The birds out of their nests
She's charmed her true love out his grave
Till he could no longer rest

Would you go to the rolling of the stones
the bouncing of the ball?
Or will you go and see pretty Annie
Dancing among them all

I will not go to the rolling of the stones
Or the tossing of the ball
But I will go and see pretty Susie
And dance among them all