My One Truest Love Ever Died (Woe Is Me)

I wish that you'd not died, my dear,
Your grave's not very comf'table,
The grass is wet, the nights are cold,
I'm not feeling very stable.

I wish that you'd not snuffed it, dear,
I've ruined my best silk dress.
I bought it 'specially, my love,
But now it, like you's, a total mess.

So I'll lie here on your grave, my dear,
Until I've passed away as well,
And I hope that I'll be dead and gone,
Before you start to smell.

 

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