Died for love
P. Grainger
I wish my baby it e was born,
Lyin' smilin' on its father's knee,
And I was dead and in my grave,
And green gress growin' all over me.
Dig me my grave long, wide and deep,
Put a marbil stone at my head and feet;
But a turtle white dove put over above
For to let the world know that I died for love.