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‘In Gipsy Tents,’ by Francis Hindes Groome, 1880, p. 141, as sung by an old woman.
1
‘Cold blows the wind over my true love,
Cold blows the drops of rain;
I never, never had but one sweet-heart,
In the green wood he was slain.
2
‘But I’ll do as much for my true love
As any young girl can do;
I’ll sit and I’ll weep by his grave-side
For a twelvemonth and one day.’
3
When the twelvemonth’s end and one day was past,
This young man he arose:
‘What makes you weep by my grave-side
For twelve months and one day?’
4
‘Only one kiss from your lily cold lips,
One kiss is all I crave;
Only one kiss from your lily cold lips,
And return back to your grave.’
5
‘My lip is cold as the clay, sweet-heart,
My breath is earthly strong;
If you should have a kiss from my cold lip,
Your days will not be long.’
6
‘Go fetch me a note from the dungeon dark,
Cold water from a stone;
There I’ll sit and weep for my true love
For a twelvemonth and one day.
7
‘Go dig me a grave both long, wide and deep;
I will lay down in it and take one sleep,
For a twelvemonth and one day;
I will lay down in it and take a long sleep,
For a twelvemonth and a day.’