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Unquiet Grave 2 
Unquiet Grave 2 
The wind doth blow tonight, my love A few small drops of rain I never had but one true love In cold clay she is lain 
I'll do as much for my true love As any young man may I'll sit and mourn upon her grave A twelvemonth and a day 
The twelvemonth and a day being up A voice spoke from the deep Who is it sits and weeps upon my grave And will not let me sleep 
'Tis I, 'tis I, thy own true love That weeps upon thy grave Until I have one kiss from your cold lips No comfort will I have 
My lips are cold as clay, my love My breath is earthy strong And had you one kiss from my cold lips You time would not be long 
Down in yonder garden gay Love, where we used to walk The sweetest flower that ever I saw Is withered to a stalk 
The stalk is withered dry, my love So will our hearts decay So hold yourself content, my love Till death calls you away 
Child #78 as recorded by Ian Campbell Folk Group 
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