[00:23.720]How should I your true love know
[00:30.178]From another one?
[00:37.236]By his cockle hat and staff
[00:43.711]And his sandal shoon
[00:55.510]He is dead and gone, lady,
[01:01.424]He is dead and gone,
[01:07.590]At his head a grass-green turf,
[01:13.737]At his heels a stone.
[01:29.062]White his shroud as the mountain snow
[01:34.229]Larded all with sweet flowers;
[01:40.135]Which bewept to the ground did not go
[01:51.458]With true-love showers

How should I your true love know
From another one?
By his cockle hat and staff
And his sandal shoon
He is dead and gone, lady,
He is dead and gone,
At his head a grass-green turf,
At his heels a stone.
White his shroud as the mountain snow
Larded all with sweet flowers;
Which bewept to the ground did not go
With true-love showers