Luyện nghe bài hát The Unquiet Grave (Child No. 78)

Cold blows the wind to my true
And gently drops the
never had but one true love
And in he lies slain

I'll do as much for my love
As any young may
sit and mourn all on his grave
For a months and a day

And when twelve and a day was passed
The ghost did rise and
Why sittest thou all on my
And will no let me

Go me water from the desert
And from out the stone
Go fetch me milk a fair maid's breast
young man never has known

How oft on grave, sweetheart
Where we wont to walk
The fairest that e'er I saw
Has to a stalk

A stalk has withered and dead,
The flower never return
And since I've lost my own true
What can I do but

When we meet again, sweetheart
When will we meet
When the autumn that fall from the trees
Are green and spring up