Irish Songs With Easy Chords & Lyrics
The Unquiet Grave
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The | wind does | blow to | day, my | love, |
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A few small | drops of | rain; | |
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Never had I | had but | one true- | love, |
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In | cold grave | she | is | lain. |
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I'll | do as | much for | my true- | love, |
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As any | young man | may; | |
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I'll | sit and | mourn all | on her | grave |
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A | twelvemonth | and | a | day. |
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The | twelvemonth | and a | day being | gone, |
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A voice spoke | from the | deep | |
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' | Who is it | sits all | on my | grave, |
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And | will not | let | me | sleep? |
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'Tis | I, tis | I, thine | own true- | love |
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Who sits u | pon your | grave; | |
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For I | crave one | kiss from | your sweet | lips, |
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And | that is | all | I | seek. |
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You | crave one | kiss from my | clay-cold | lips; |
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But my breath is | earthly | strong; | |
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Had | you one | kiss from my | clay-cold | lips, |
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Your | time would | not | be | long. |
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My | time be | low, my | time be | short |
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May | God in | heaven have | all my | soal |
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But I'll | kiss your | lips | of | clay. |
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"See | down in | yonder | garden | green, |
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Love, where we | used to | walk, | |
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The | sweetest | flower that | ever | grew |
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Is | withered | to | a | stalk. |
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The | stalk is | withered | dry, my | love, |
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So will our | hearts de | cay; | |
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So | make your | self con | tent, my | love, |
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Till | death calls | you | a | way. |
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