Francis James Child

“ I never had but one true-love, In cold grave she was lain. 2 ‘I’ll do as much for my true-love As any young man may; I’ll sit and mourn all at her grave For a twelvemonth and a day.’ 3 The twelvemonth and a day being up, The dead began to speak: ‘Oh who sits weeping on my grave, And will not let me sleep?’ 4 ‘Tis I, my love, sits on your grave, And will not let you sleep ”

“ And one kiss of your lily-white lips Is all that I would have.’ ‘Your breath is as the roses sweet, Mine as the sulphur strong; If you get one kiss of my lips, Your days would not be long. ‘Mind not ye the day, Willie, Sin you and I did walk? ”