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Cold blows the wind of my true love |
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Cold blow the drops of rain |
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I never had but one true love |
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And in Greenwood he lies slain |
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I'll do as much for my true love |
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As any young girl may |
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I'll sit and weep down by his grave |
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For twelve months and a day |
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But when twelve months they were up and gone |
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This young man, he arose |
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What makes you sit by my grave and weep? |
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I can't take my repose |
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Instrumental |
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One kiss, one kiss from your lily-white lips |
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One kiss is all I crave |
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One kiss, one kiss from your lily-white lips |
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Then return back to your grave |
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These lips, they are as cold as clay |
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My breath is heavy and strong |
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If you were to kiss these lily-white lips |
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Your life would not be long |
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Oh don't you remember the garden grove |
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Where once we used to walk |
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Go pick the finest flower of the morn |
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It will wither to a stalk |
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Go fetch me a flower from the dungeon deep |
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Bring water from a stone |
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Bring white milk from a virgin's breast |
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That baby never bore none |
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Go dig me a grave both wide and deep |
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Do it as quick as you may |
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That I may lay down and take a long sleep |
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For twelve months and a day |