Tone gốc: G
Helen McCrory
My G breast it C is as D cold as G clay,
My C breath is G earthly D strong;
Your G days they D won’t be G long.
How G often C on yonder D grave, G sweetheart.
Where C we were G want to D walk,
Has G withered D to a G stalk,
When C will we G meet D again?
When G the autumn D leaves that G fall from C trees
Are G green and D spring up, G again.