The unquiet grave

The wind doth blow today, my love, A few small drops of rain; I never had but one true love, In cold grave he is lain. I'd do as much for my true love As any young girl may; I'd sit and mourn all on...

(traditional ballad circa 1400) The wind doth howl today m'love And a winter's worth of rain I never had but one true love In cold grave she was lain Oh I adored my sweetest love As any young man may...