I DIED TRUE
Lay a garland on my hearse
Of the dismal yew;
Maidens willow branches bear;
Say, I die true.
My love was false, but I was firm
From my hour of birth.
Upon my buried body lie
Lightly, gentle earth.
Lay a garland on my hearse
Of the dismal yew;
Maidens willow branches bear;
Say, I die true.
My love was false, but I was firm
From my hour of birth.
Upon my buried body lie
Lightly, gentle earth.