Intro: F#m
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There was a lady and a lady gay,
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Of children she had three,
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She sent them away to the North Country
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To learn their grammar-ee
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They had not been there very long,
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Scarcely six months and a day,
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When death, cold death, come-a hasting along
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And he stole those babes away.
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She prayed to the lord that was in Heaven
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"Who airs a golden crown?
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prayer send to me, my three little babes
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tonight or the morning soon."
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It was just about old christmas time
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Then I speak cold and clear
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She looked and she saw, her three little babes
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come running home to her
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She sat a table both long and wide.
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on it put bread and wine.
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"Come eat, come drink, my three little babes.
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Come eat, come drink of mine."
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"We want none of your bread, mother,
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Neither do we want your wine,
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For yonder stands our savior deer,
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To his will we must resign."
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"Green grass grows over our heads, mother,
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Cold clay is under our feet,
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And every tear you shed for us,
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It wets our winding-sheet."