| How Should I Your True Love Know |
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| How should I your true love know |
| From the other one? |
| By his cockle hat and staff |
| And his sandal shoon |
| He is dead and gone, Lady |
| He is dead and gone |
| At his heels the grass-green turf |
| At his head a stone |
| How should I your true love know |
| From the other one? |
| By his cockle hat and staff |
| And his sandal shoon |
