Bridget’s voice floated out from the kitchen. “Cold blows the wind tonight, sweetheart, Cold are the drops of rain; The very first love that ever I had In greenwood he was slain. I’ll do as much for my sweetheart As any young woman may; I’ll sit and mourn at his graveside A twelve-month and a day.

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