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Long evenings full on longing

Low spirited my mornings

Full of longing too my nights

And all times the bitterest

'Tis my lovely I long for

It is my darling I miss

My black browed one I grieve for

Beneath the grass my treasure

Under the sand my sweet one

Beneath the grass my treasure

Under the sand my sweet one

There's no hearing my treasure

No seeing my marten breat

No hearing her in the lane

Driving below the window

Chopping the wood by the stack

Clinking outside the cook house

In the eart my berry lies

Beneath the grass my treasure

Under the sand my sweet one

Beneath the grass my treasure

Under the sand my sweet one

Long evenings full on longing

Low spirited my mornings

Full of longing too my nights

And all times the bitterest

There's no hearing my treasure

No seeing my marten breat

No hearing her in the lane

Driving below the window

Chopping the wood by the stack

Clinking outside the cook house

In the eart my berry lies

In the soil she's mouldering

Under the sand my sweet one

Beneath the grass my treasure

The one I grieve for