. Songs and ballads of the West : a collection made from the mouths of the people. F^ J nj .J ll J • EnHinK fur Verse 10^ V j^V^ises 11 c£12 m ^ p ever I h;id, In §^reeu-Mood he was slain! h ni . fi lOBg ^=^^^^ ^ o w No\( ^ Chime ^Wi « M ^m i ^.—^- .4 little fusttr i. If*^ *nr^ :j Jm ^m m m m * I have moarnd op on his grave A twelve-month and a day; » I s \ ^ ^- p s ^(.(i-,; 13 .Y96. COLD BLOWS THE WIND,sweet-heart: Cold hlows tlu wind (ifiii^ht, SMeit-hcait, Cold are the drops olraiu;Tile very first love tlmt evn- I hid ,In green-wood he was do as ranch for m\ trae-l
. Songs and ballads of the West : a collection made from the mouths of the people. F^ J nj .J ll J • EnHinK fur Verse 10^ V j^V^ises 11 c£12 m ^ p ever I h;id, In §^reeu-Mood he was slain! h ni . fi lOBg ^=^^^^ ^ o w No\( ^ Chime ^Wi « M ^m i ^.—^- .4 little fusttr i. If*^ *nr^ :j Jm ^m m m m * I have moarnd op on his grave A twelve-month and a day; » I s \ ^ ^- p s ^(.(i-,; 13 .Y96. COLD BLOWS THE WIND,sweet-heart: Cold hlows tlu wind (ifiii^ht, SMeit-hcait, Cold are the drops olraiu;Tile very first love tlmt evn- I hid ,In green-wood he was do as ranch for m\ trae-love As any fair maiden may;Ill sit and monrn npon his j^iaveA twelvemonth and a twelvemonth and a day beinj^ np, The ghost began to speak;Why sit you here by my grave-sideFrom dusk till da\ing break?4() think upon the garden, love,Where yon and I did fairest f|o\^eI• that blossomed (hereIs withered on its stalk5What is it that yon want of me, And will not let me sleep?Vonr salteD teais they triekK downMy Minding sheet to steep. + * 11 Now I have monrued upon his graviA twelvemonth and a day .Ill set my sail before the windTo Haft me far away. Oh I «ill now redeim the pK-dgeThe pledge that onee I kiss from fjfC th\ lily white lipsIs all of yon I erave7Cold are m\ lips in deafli,sweet-heart. My breath is earthv von do toneh
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