"From a yeoman in Suffolk, who got it from his nurse;"
B. Montgomerie Ranking, in Notes and Queries, Fifth Series, VII, 387.
| 1 |
'Cold blows the wind oer my true-love,
Cold blow the drops of rain;
I never, never had but one sweetheart,
In the greenwood he was slain. |
| 2 |
'I did as much for my true-love
As ever did any maid;
. . . . .
. . . . .
* * * * * |
| 3 |
'One kiss from your lily-cold lips, true-love,
One kiss is all I pray,
And I'll sit and weep all over your grave
For a twelvemonth and a day.' |
| 4 |
'My cheek is as cold as the clay, true-love,
My breath is earthy and strong;
And if I should kiss your lips, true-love,
Your life would not be long.' |
