They say my love is dead

2They say, my love is dead— 2Gone to his green turf bed; But the bonnie moon shines red where he's laid: 2He gave me flowers three, 2Down, beside yon willow-tree, And he'll eome again to me ere they fade. 3O! yes, he will come, &c.

2The glow-worm hath a light 2For the fairy queen of night, But my true love's shroud so white lighteth me; 2'Tis whiter than the snow 2That sparkles on the bough Where sweet Robin singeth now merrily. 3Where sweet, &c.