| Cold blows the wind to my true love and gently drops the rain | |
| I only had but one true love and in greenwood she lies slain | |
| I'll do as much for my true love as any young man may | |
| I'll sit and mourn along her grave for a twelve-month and a day | |
| When the twelve months and one day was past the ghost began to speak: | |
| "Why sit thou'st here along my grave and will not let me sleep?" | |
| "There's one thing that I want sweetheart, there's one thing that I crave | |
| And that is a kiss from your lily white lips then I'll go from your grave" | |
| "My lips they are as cold as clay my breath smells earthy strong | |
| And if you kiss my cold clay lips your days they won't be long | |
| Go fetch me water from the desert and blood from out of stone | |
| Go fetch me milk from a fair maid's breast that a young man never had known" | |
| 'Twas down in Cupid's Garden where you and I would walk | |
| The finest flower that ever I saw is withered to a stalk | |
| The stalk is withered and dry sweetheart the flower will ne'er return | |
| And since I lost my one true love what can I do but mourn? | |
| "When shall we meet again sweetheart? When shall we meet again?" | |
| "Ere the oaken leaves that fall from the trees are green and spring up again" |
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