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Cold blows the wind to thy, my love
And gently drops the rain
I only had but one true love
And in cold grave she was laid
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 is one thing that I want, sweetheart,
There is one thing that I pray
And that is a kiss from your lil-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 time will not 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"
(INSTRUMENTAL)
'Twas down in yard of Gretna Green
There where we used to 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"
“The stalk is withered dry, my love,
So will our hearts decay.
So make yourself content, my love
'Til God calls you away”
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