Em                                                  B7        
cold blows the wind over my true love cold blows the drops of rain  
 
Em                                            B7       Em       
I never had but one true love and in camville he was slain 
 
     G       D      Am               G    Em        D  
I'll do as much for my true love as any young girl may 
 
     Em                D                 Em            B7   
I'll sit and weep down by his grave for twelve months and one day