The Unquiet Grave

Cold blows the wind to my true love
 And gently drops the rain
 I only had but one true love
 And in greenwood she lies slain
 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
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 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's one thing that I want sweetheart
 There's one thing that I crave
 And that is a kiss from your lily white lips
 Then I'll go from your grave"
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 "My lips they are as cold as clay
 My breath smells earthy strong
 And if you kiss my cold clay lips
 Your days they won't 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"
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 'Twas down in Cupid's Garden
 Where you and I would walk
 The finest flower that ever I saw
 Is withered to a stalk
 The stalk is withered and dry sweetheart
 The flower'll ne'er return
 And since I lost my own true love
 What can I do but mourn?
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 "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"