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OLD WIFE OF COVERDALE There lived an old wife in Coverdale Merrily turns the wheel There lived an old wife in Coverdale Children she had three She sent them away to the Northern lands She sent them away to learn their grammerie. Sad news came to her at Martinmas Merrily turns the wheel That her children had sickened and died And buried they were all three “My curse on the moon and stars,” she cried “My curse upon God who had took them away from me.” The moon it rose high on Coverdale Merrily turns the wheel The old woman wept bitter tears As she lay in her narrow bed And their in the doorway her children stood Their hats were of birch and their eyes were as grey as lead. She rose to prepare a feast for them Merrily turns the wheel All the while tears downfell and so bitterly she did weep “We want none of your meat or ale, mother But let us return to our graves to take our sleep.” The cock it crows loud in Coverdale Merrily turns the wheel The sun rose red as blood and the moon it set in the west “The worm is calling us home, mother, And all of your tears they will not let us rest There lived an old wife in Coverdale Merrily turns the wheel There lived an old wife in Coverdale Children she had three @ghost Child #79 filename[ USHRWEL3 SOF Feb07 |
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