In these ballads, dating mainly from the 1600 to 1700’s you will find the following tales:
The ghost of a dearly departed summoned from the grave gives doleful warnings.
A fair maid receives nocturnal visitations from a shape-shifting sea creature.
Plus a serial killer, murder most foul, infanticide, love, lust, betrayal and the mother-in-law from hell!
Not to mention the curious case of the Little Pig.
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lyrics
THE UNQUIET GRAVE traditional
Cold blows the wind to my true love
And gently drops the rain
I've never had but one true love
In the green-wood he lies slain
I'll do as much for my own true love
As any young girl may
I'll sit and mourn all on his grave
For a twelve month and a day
When twelve months and a day was passed
The ghost did rise and speak
Why sittest thou on my grave and mourn
And will not let me sleep
There is but one thing I want my love
There is just one thing I crave
And that is a kiss from your red wine lips
Then I'll go from your grave
My lips they are as soulless clay
My breath reeks earthy strong
And if you kiss my clay cold lips
Your time will not be long
Go fetch me water from the desert
And blood from out a stone
Go fetch me milk from a fair maid's breast
That young man never has known
Twas down in yonder garden green
Where you and I did walk
The fairest flower that ere was seen
Is now withered to a stalk
The stalk is withered dry my love
An so will hearts decay
So do you be content, my love
Til God calls you away
A stalk has withered dead sweetheart
The flower will ne'er return
And since I've lost my own true love
What can I do but mourn?
When will we meet again, sweetheart
When will we meet again?
When the autumn leaves that fall from the trees
Turn green and spring up again
Cold blows the wind to my true love
And gently drops the rain
I've never had but one true love
In the green-wood he lies slain
In the green-wood he lies slain
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