Am                 E7
How should I your true love know
C     G7     C
From another one?
E7            Am       E7
By his cockle hat and staff,
Am           E7         Am
And his sandal shoon

Am             E7
He is dead and gone, lady,
C     G7       C
He is dead and gone,
E7            Am          E7
At his head a grass-green turf,
Am     E7       Am
At his heels a stone

Am                      E7
White his shroud as the mountain snow,
C      G7         G
Larded with sweet flowers.
E7                  Am            E7
Which bewept to the grave did not go
Am   E7        Am
With true-love showers