Historical Folk Lyrics
"The Unquiet Grave"

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O cold is the wind do blow, sweetheart,
And so pure is the drops of rain.
I did never have only one true love
And in green grove he lies slain.

Sure I'll do as much for my true love
As any one that may,
I'll sit, I'll mourn all on his grave
For a twelve month and a day.

The twelve month and one day expired
And the ghost began to speak:
0 what is this is on my grave
And will not let me sleep ?

0 once I was your own true love,
I do sit on your grave.
One kiss all from your cold clay lips,
That is all I do a-crave.

O if you're to kiss my cold clay Ups,
Your life won't last you long;
And if you're to kiss my cold clay lips,
My breath smells heavy strong.

"'Tis down in garden green, sweetheart,
Where you and I had walked,
The nicest flower that ever I saw
Was withered from the stalk.

The stalk has withered dry, sweetheart,
And will not grow no more,
We'll hoist our sails before the main
And our ship must bore away.
This song is from the album "Folk Songs From Newfoundland", "Roud Folk Song Index 001 To 100", "100 English Folksongs" and "The Child Ballads".