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FULL fathom five thy father lies ;
Of his bones are coral made ;
Nothing of him that doth fade
H OW 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 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.
THEY bore him barefaced on the bier ;
Hey non nonny, nonny, hey nonny ; And in his grave rain'd many a tear :
You must sing a-down a-down,
And will he not come again ?
No, no, he is dead:
Go to thy death-bed : He never will come again.
His beard was as white as snow,
He is gone, he is gone,
And we cast away moan : God ha' mercy on his soul !
Come o'er the bourn, Bessy, to me!
- Her boat hath a leak,
And she must not speak Why she dares not come over to thee!
Sleepest or wakest thou, jolly shepherd ?
Thy sheep be in the corn ; And for one blast of thy minikin mouth,
Thy sheep shall take no harm.
TMMORTAL gods, I crave no pelf;
I pray for no man but myself :
Amen. So fall to't :