(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

So I'll sit and weep upon her grave

For twelve-month and a day

One true love is eternity for two

Three four nevermore

Will I see my love true

The twelve-month and a day foregone

The dead began to speak