As I've known this song, the ghost's reply verse is


My lips are cold as clay, sweetheart
My breath smells heavy and strong
And if you kissed my lily white lips
Your time would not be long.

The last verse given above, as from the grieving lover, is omitted,
but the last verse I have is:

Oh down in yonder's garden green,
Love, where we used to walk
The finest flower that e'er was seen
Is withered to a stalk.

And, as most of us tend to do, I prefer this version, which I've known and sung for about fifty-five years, to any other suggested versions.

Dave Oesterreich