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cunningwomanI said, “Old man, what man are you?
What country do you belong unto?”
“My name is Death—have you not heard of me?
All kings and princes bow down unto me
And you fair maid must come along with me.”
What country do you belong unto?”
“My name is Death—have you not heard of me?
All kings and princes bow down unto me
And you fair maid must come along with me.”
When those lights flash
Then you’ll hear that thunder roar
When those lights flash
You’ll hear that thunder roar
When those lights flash
You’ll hear that thunder roar
Will you listen to that thunder roar and let your spirit soar?
Then you’ll hear that thunder roar
When those lights flash
You’ll hear that thunder roar
When those lights flash
You’ll hear that thunder roar
Will you listen to that thunder roar and let your spirit soar?
Cold blows the wind today my love,
and gently drops the rain.
I only had but one true love,
and in cold grave she was lain.
I do as much for my true love,
as any young man may.
I'll sit and mourn all on the grave
for a twelfth-month and a day.
When the twelfth month and one day was past,
the ghost began to speak:
"Why sittist here all on my grave,
and will not let me sleep?"
and gently drops the rain.
I only had but one true love,
and in cold grave she was lain.
I do as much for my true love,
as any young man may.
I'll sit and mourn all on the grave
for a twelfth-month and a day.
When the twelfth month and one day was past,
the ghost began to speak:
"Why sittist here all on my grave,
and will not let me sleep?"
True Thomas, he pulled off his cap
And bowed low down to his knees
All hail, thou mighty Queen of Heaven
Like you on earth I've never seen.
Oh no, oh no, Thomas, she said
That name does not belong to me
I am but the queen of fair Elf land
And I've come to visit thee.
Now ye must go with me, she said
True Thomas ye must go with me
And ye might serve me seven years
Through well or woe as chance may be.
And bowed low down to his knees
All hail, thou mighty Queen of Heaven
Like you on earth I've never seen.
Oh no, oh no, Thomas, she said
That name does not belong to me
I am but the queen of fair Elf land
And I've come to visit thee.
Now ye must go with me, she said
True Thomas ye must go with me
And ye might serve me seven years
Through well or woe as chance may be.
"Oh mither, bread we cannae eat
Nor can we drink the wine
For cauld, cauld death is lord of all
And to him we must resign
For the green, green grass is at oor heads
And the clay is at oor feet
And how your tears come tumbling down
To wet the winding sheet"
Nor can we drink the wine
For cauld, cauld death is lord of all
And to him we must resign
For the green, green grass is at oor heads
And the clay is at oor feet
And how your tears come tumbling down
To wet the winding sheet"
Said my lord to my lady, as he mounted his horse:
"Beware of Long Lankin that lives in the moss."
Said my lord to my lady, as he rode away:
"Beware of Long Lankin that lives in the hay."
"Let the doors be all bolted and the windows all pinned,
And leave not a hole for a mouse to creep in."
"Beware of Long Lankin that lives in the moss."
Said my lord to my lady, as he rode away:
"Beware of Long Lankin that lives in the hay."
"Let the doors be all bolted and the windows all pinned,
And leave not a hole for a mouse to creep in."
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