From Frank Lunny Junior
Cold blows the wind o’er my true love’s grave
Soft fall the drops of rain
I never had but the one true love
In the cold clay she lies slain
I’ll do as much for my true love
As any young man may
And I will lie upon her grave
For twelve months and a day
The twelve months and a day being o’er
A voice came from the deep
Saying who is that who sits upon my grave
And disturbs me from my sleep
‘Tis me ‘Tis me your ever true love
Who sits upon your grave
All I seek is a kiss from your cold lips
One kiss is all I crave
You crave one kiss from my cold lips
But my breath is earthly strong
Take one kiss from my cold clay lips
And your life will not be long
Go sit in yonder garden green
Where once we used to walk
The sweetest flower that ever grew
Has withered to a stalk
The stalk it withered decayed and died
So must our love decay
You must seek contentment my love
Till death takes you away