How should I your true love know?

How should I your true love know

From another one?

By his cockle hat and staff,

And his sandal shoon.

He is dead and gone, lady,

He is dead and gone;

At his head a grass green turf,

At his heels a stone.

White his shroud as the mountain snow,

Larded with sweet flowers;

Which bewept to the grave did go

With true-love showers.