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T:The Unquiet Grave
B:One Hundred English Folksongs, Ed C Sharp, ISBN 0-486-23192-5
S:Mrs William Ree at Hambridge, Somerset, 4th April 1904
Z:Cecil Sharp
F:http://www.folkinfo.org/songs
M:6/8
L:1/8
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F |G2 F B2 A | [M:9/8] [L:1/8] (FE) F D3
w:Cold blows the wind to my_ true love,
d3 | [M:6/8] [L:1/8] c2 E (EF) G | A3-A2
w: And gen-tly drops_ the rain,_
A |d2 A (Bc) B | [M:9/8] [L:1/8] (AF) D E3
w: I nev-er had_ but one_ sweet-heart,
 (D2D) | [M:6/8] [L:1/8] (GA) B (AG) E | D3
w: And in green-_wood she_ lies slain,
 (D2D) |(GA) B (AG) E |D3-D2  |]
w: And in green-_wood she_ lies slain. *
W:Cold blows the wind to my true love,
W:And gently drops the rain,
W:I never had but one sweetheart,
W:And in greenwood she lies slain,
W:And in greenwood she lies slain.
W:
W:I'll do as much for my sweetheart
W:As any young man may;
W:I'll sit and mourn all on her grave
W:For a twelvemonth and a day,
W:For a twelvemonth and a day.
W:
W:When the twelvemonth and one day was past,
W:The ghost began to speak:
W:Why sittest thou here all day on my grave,
W:And will not let me sleep?
W:And will not let me sleep?
W:
W:There's one thing that I want, sweetheart,
W:There's one thing that I crave;
W:And that is a kiss from your lily-white lips
W:Then I'll go from your grave,
W:Then I'll go from your grave.
W:
W:My breast it is as cold as clay,
W:My breath smells earthly strong;
W:And if you kiss my cold clay lips,
W:Your days they won't be long,
W:Your days they won't be long.
W:
W:Go fetch me water from the desert,
W:And blood from out of a stone;
W:Go fetch me milk from a fair maid's breast
W:That a youg man never had known,
W:That a young man never had known.
W:
W:O down in yonder grave, sweetheart,
W:Where you and I would walk,
W:The first flower that ever I saw
W:Is withered to a stalk,
W:Is withered to a stalk.
W:
W:The stalk is witherd and dry, sweetheart,
W:And the flower will never return;
W:And since I lost my own sweetheart,
W:What can I do but mourn?
W:What can I do but mourn?
W:
W:When shall we meet again, sweetheart?
W:When shall we meet again?
W:When the oaken leaves that fall from the trees
W:Are green and spring up again,
W:Are green and spring up again.
W: