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Cold blows the wind upon my true love |
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Soft falls the gentle rain |
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I never had but one true love |
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And in Greenwood she lies slain |
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I'd lose much for my true love |
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As any young man may |
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I'll sit and I'll mourn all on your grave |
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For twelve months and a day |
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When the twelfth month and one day had passed |
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The ghost began to speak |
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"Who is it that sits all on my grave |
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And will not let me sleep?" |
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"'Tis I, 'tis I, thine own true love |
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That sits all on your grave |
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I ask of one kiss from your sweet lips |
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And that is all that I crave" |
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"My lips, they are as clay, my love |
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My breath is earthy strong |
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And if you should kiss my clay-cold lips |
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Your time, 'twould not be long" |
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"Look down in the yonder garden fair |
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Love, where we used to walk |
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The fairest flower that ever bloomed |
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Has withered and too the stalk" |
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"The stalk, it has withered and dried, my love |
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So will our hearts decay |
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So make yourself content, my love |
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'Til death calls you away" |
