| There was a knight, and a lady bright | 
| And three little babes had she | 
| She sent them away, to a far country | 
| To learn their grammerie | 
| They hadn’t been gone but a very short time | 
| About three months and a day | 
| When the lark spread o’er this whole wide world | 
| And taken those babes away | 
| It was on a cold, cold Christmas night | 
| When everything was still | 
| And she saw her three little babes come running | 
| Come running down the hill | 
| She set them a table of bread and wine | 
| That they might drink and eat; | 
| She spread them a bed of winding sheet | 
| That they might sleep so sweet | 
| «Take it off, take it off,» cried the eldest one; | 
| «Take it off, take it off,» cried she | 
| «For I shan’t stay here, in this wicked world | 
| When there’s a better world for me.» | 
| «Cold clods, cold clods, inside my bed | 
| Cold clods, down at my feet — | 
| The tears my dear mother shed for me | 
| Would wet my winding sheet.» | 
| «The tears my dear mother shed for me | 
| Would wet my winding sheet | 
| Would wet my winding sheet.» |