Cauld cauld blows the winter night, Sair beats the heavy rain, Young Charles Grahame's the lad I love, In greenwood he lies slain. But I will do for Charles Grahame What other maidens may, I'll sit and harp upon his grave A twelvemonth and a day. She harped a' the livelong night, The saut tears she did weep, Till at the hour o' one o' clock His ghost began to peep. Pale and deadly was his cheek, And pale pale was his chin; And how and hollow were his een No light appear'd therein. Why sit ye here, ye maiden fair To mourn sae sair for me? I am sae sick, and very love sick, Ae foot I cannot jee. Sae well's I lov'd young Charles Graeme, I kent he loved me; My very heart's now like to break, For his sweet companie. Will ye hae an apple, Lady, And I will sheave it sma? I am sae sick, and very love sick I cannot eat at a'. Will ye hae the wine, Lady, And I will drain it sma? I am sae sick, and very love sick, I cannot drink at a'. See ye not my father's castle Well cover'd ower wi tin? There's nane has sic an anxious wish As I hae to be in. O hame, fair maid, ye'se quickly won, But this request grant me, When ye are safe in down bed laid That I may sleep with thee. If hame again Sir I could win I'll this request grant thee When I am safe in down bed laid This might ye'se sleep wi me. Then he poud up a birken bow Pat it in her right hand, And they are to yon castle fair As fast as they could gang. When they came to yon castle fair It was piled round about; She slipped in and bolted the yetts, Says - ghaists may stand thereout. Then he vanished frae her sight In the twinkling o' an ee; Says - let never ane a woman trust As much as I've done thee.
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