How should I your true love know From another one? By his cockle hat and staff, And his sandal shoon.
He is dead and gone, lady, He is dead and gone; At his head a grass-green turf, At his heels a stone.
White his shroud as the mountain snow, Larded with sweet flowers; Which bewept to the grave did go With his true-love showers.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.