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Lady Gay - Dave Van Ronk
Composer：Traditional
There was a lady and a lady gay
Of children she had three
She sent them away to the North Country
For to learn their grammaree
They had not been there very long
Scarcely six months and a day
When death cold death come a hasting along
And he stole those babes away
She prayed to the Lord that was in heaven
Who airs a golden crown
Prayer send to me my three little babes
Tonight or the morning soon
It was just about old christmas time
Then I speak cold and clear
She looked and she saw her three little babes
Come running home to her
She sat a table both long and wide
On it put bread and wine
Come eat come drink my three little babes
Come eat come drink of mine
We want none of your bread mother
Neither do we want your wine
For yonder stands our savior deer
To his will we must resign
Green grass grows over our heads mother
Cold clay is under our feet
And every tear you shed for us
It wets our windingsheet
