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How should I your true love know
From another one?
By his cockle hat and staff
And his sandal shoon.
He is dead and gone, lady,
He is dead and gone;
And at his head a green grass turf
And at his heels a stone.
White his shroud as mountain snow,
Larded with sweet showers,
Which bewept to the grave did go,
With true love showers.