Cold Blows the Wind

Cold blows the wind over my true love
 Cold blows the drops of rain
 I never had but one true love and in Campville, he was slain
 I'll do as much for my true love as any young girl may
 I'll sit and weep down by his grave for 12 months and one day
 But when 12 months were come and gone, this young man, he arose
 What makes you weep down by my grave?
 I can't take my repose
 One kiss, one kiss of your lily-white lips
 One kiss is all I crave
 One kiss, one kiss of your lily-white lips
 And return back to your grave
 My lips, they are as cold as my clay
 My breath is heavy and strong
 If thou was to kiss my lily-white lips, thy days would not be long
 Oh, don't you remember the Garden Grove where we used to walk?
 Pluck the finest flower of them all, 'twill wither to a stalk
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 Go fetch me a nun from the dungeon deep and water from a stone
 And white milk from a maiden's breast, that babe 'ere never known
 Go dig me a grave both long, wide and deep, as quickly as you may
 I'll lie down in it and take one sleep for 12 months and one day
 Cold blows the wind over my true love
 Cold blows the drops of rain
 I never had but one true love and in Campville, he was slain
 I'll do as much for my true love as any young girl may
 I'll sit and weep down by his grave for 12 months and one day