Cold blows the wind to my true love
And gently drops the rain
I've never had but one true love
And in green-wood he lies slain
I'll do as much for my true love
As any young girl may
I'll sit and mourn all on his grave
For twelve months and a day
And when twelve months and a day was passed
The ghost did rise and speak
"Why sittest thou all on my grave
And will not let me sleep?"
Go fetch me water, my true love
And blood from out the stone
Go fetch me milk from a fair maid's breast
That young man has never known
How oft on yonder grave, my true love
Where we were want to walk
The fairest flower that I ever saw
Has withered to my stalk
When will we meet again, sweetheart
When shall we meet again?
When the autumn leaves that fall from the trees
Are green and spring again
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