[Verse 1: Daoirí Farrell]
Oh the wind doth blows today my love
A few small drops of rain
And never have I had but one true love
Now in cold clay she is lain

[Verse 2]
And I'll do as much for my own true love
As any young man will
I'll sit on my true love's grave
For twelve months and a day

[Verse 3]
At twelve months and a day being gone
A voice it spoke from the deep
"Who is it sits all on my grave
And will not let me sleep?"

[Verse 4]
Oh 'tis I, 'tis I, my own true love
That sits along your grave
I crave one kiss from your sweet lips
And that is all I crave

[Verse 5]
"Well if you have one kiss from my clay cold lips
My breath it is earthly strong
And had you but one kiss from my cold lips
Your time on earth would soon be done"
[Verse 6]
Oh my time being long or my time being short
Tomorrow or today
May God in heaven take all of my soul
For I'll kiss your lips of clay

[Verse 7]
"See down in yonder garden fair
Where we used to walk
Oh the sweetest flower that ever did grow
Is withered to a stalk"

[Verse 8]
"And that stalk is withered dry my love
And so our hearts they must decay
So make yourself content now my love
Until God takes you away"

[Verse 9]
Oh the wind doth blows today my love
A few small drops of rain
And never have I had but one true love
Now in cold clay she is lain