Alex Campbell - The unquiet grave

"The wind doth ^Amblow to^Dmday, my ^Glove And ^Fgently ^Cfalls the ^Grain I've ^Cnever, ever ^Emhad but ^Fone true love Now in ^Ccold clay ^Gshe is ^Clain

"I'll do as ^Ammuch for ^Dmmy true ^Glove As ^Fany ^Cyoung man ^Gmay I'll ^Csit and ^Emweep all ^Fon her grave For a ^Ctwelve month ^Gand a ^Cday"

The twelve month ^Amand a ^Dmday being ^Ggone A ^Fvoice be^Cgan to ^Ggreet “Whose ^Csalten ^Emtears come ^Ftrickling down And ^Cwet my ^Gwinding ^Csheet?”

"'Tis I, dear ^Amheart, thine ^Dmown true ^Glove Who ^Fsits u^Cpon your ^Ggrave I ^Cwish for but one ^Emkiss from your ^Fclay cold lips One ^Ckiss is ^Gall I ^Ccrave"

“Lily, ^Amlily ^Dmare my ^Glips My ^Fbreath comes ^Cearthy ^Gstrong And ^Chad you but one ^Emkiss from my ^Fclay cold lips Your ^Ctime would ^Gnot be ^Clong”

"Down in ^Amyonder ^Dmgarden ^Ggrove My ^Flove, where we ^Cused to ^Gwalk The ^Cfairest ^Emflower that ^Fever I saw Is ^Cwithered ^Gto a ^Cstalk"

"The stalk has ^Amwithered ^Dmdry, my ^Glove ^FSo will our ^Chearts de^Gcay Then ^Crest your^Emself con^Ftent, my love Till ^Cdeath calls ^Gyou a^Cway"