The Unquiet Grave

No: 78; variant: 78[E]

  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.’