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Emcold blows the wind over my true love cold blows theB7 drops of rain EmI never had but one true love and in camville B7he was slEmain
I'll Gdo as muDch for Ammy true Emlove as aGny yCoung girlD may I'll Emsit and weep downEm7 by his Emgrave for twelve months aB7nd one day
But when twelve months were come and gone This young man he arose What makes you weep down by my grave I can't take my repose? Chorus One kiss, one kiss of your lily white lips One kiss is all I crave One kiss, one kiss of your lily white lips And return back to your grave My lips they are as cold as my clay My breath is heavy and strong If thou was to kiss my lily white lips Thy days would not be long Chorus Oh, don't you remember the garden grove Where we used to walk? Pluck the finest flower of them all Twill wither to a stalk Go fetch me a nun from the dungeon deep And water from a stone And white milk from a maiden's breast That babe were never known Chorus Go dig me a grave both long, wide and deep As quickly as you may I'll lie down in it and take one sleep For twelve month and one day