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Traditional |
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Cold blows the wind o'er my true love, |
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Cold blows the drops of rain, |
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I never had but one true love |
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And never will again. |
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I'll do as much for my true love |
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As any lover may, |
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I'll sit and weep down by his grave |
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A twelve-month in one day. |
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One kiss, one kiss from your sweet lips, |
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One kiss is all I crave. |
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One kiss, one kiss from your sweet lips, |
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And sink down in your grave. |
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And your lips, they are not sweet my love |
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Your kiss is cold as clay, |
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My time be long, my time be short, |
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Tomorrow or today. |
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And down beyond the garden wall, |
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Where we both used to walk, |
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Are finest flowers that ever grew |
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All withered to a stalk. |
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Cold blows the wind o'er my true love, |
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Cold blows the drops of rain, |
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I never had but one true love |
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And never will again. |
