‘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;
For I crave one kiss of your clay-cold lips,
And that is all I seek.’
5.
5.3,4 Cp. Clerk Sanders, 30.3,4.
‘You crave one kiss of my clay-cold lips;