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Cold Fblows the wind to G7my true Clove
CAnd G7gently drops the Grain G7
I've Cnever G7had but Cone true Glove G7
CAnd in Fgreen-wood G7he lies Cslain
I'll Fdo as much for G7my true Clove
CAs G7any young girl Gmay G7
I'll Csit and G7mourn all Con his Ggrave G7
CFor a- Ftwelve month G7and a Cday
And wFhen twelve months and a G7day was Cpassed
CThe G7ghost did rise and GspeakG7
"Why Csittest G7thou all Con my Ggrave G7
CAnd Fwill not G7let me Csleep? "
"Go Ffetch me water G7from the deCsert
CAnd G7blood from out of a GstoneG7
Go Cfetch me G7milk from a Cfair maid's GbreastG7
CThat a Fyoung man G7never has Cknown. "
"How Foft on yonder G7grave, sweetCheart
CWhere G7we were wont to Gwalk G7
The Cfairest G7flower that Ce'er I Gsaw G7
CHas Fwithered G7to a Cstalk."
"The Fstalk is withered and G7dead, sweetCheart
CThe G7flower will never reGturn.G7
And sCince I've G7lost my Cown true Glove G7
CWhat Fcan I G7do but Cyearn."
"When Fwill we meet aG7gain, sweetCheart.
CWhen G7will we meet aGgain?G7 "
"When the Cautumn G7leaves that Cfall from the Gtrees G7
CAre Fgreen and G7spring up aCgain."
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