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5 I want no gold, no costly gear,

now my true love is dead;

But with fading flower and scalding tear

I deck my bridal bed.

be my bride, thou weeping fair,

oh! be my bride, I pray;

And I will build a tomb most rare,

where thy true love shall lay:

But still in tears she cry'd, My love,

my true love stay for me;

Stay till I've deckt my bridal bed,

and I will follow thee.

My love needs not a tomb so rare,

in a green grave we will lie;

Our carved works—these flowerets fair,

Our canopy be sky.

Now go, Sir knight, now go thy ways,

full soon I shall be dead;

And then return in some few days,

and deck my bridal bed.

And strew the flower, and pluck the thorn,

and cleanse the turf I pray,

So may some hand thy turf adorn,

when thou in grave shalt lay.

But stay, oh thou whom dear I love,

my true love, stay for me;

Stay till I've deckt my bridal bed,

and I will follow thee.