Lovers Ghost by Rosie Hood Lyrics

It's of a farmer in our town
His election goes the country round;
He had one daughter, a beauty bright
And in every place was her heart's delight

Many young man far to court her came
But none of them could her favour gains
Till there came one of the low degree
And above them all why she'd fancy he

Soon as her father came this to hear
He separated her from her dear
For four score miles this maid was sеnt
To her uncle's home for his discontеnt

Nine days after this young man died
His ghost appeared at her bedside –
“Rise, rise, my love and come with me
And break these chains and set me free.”

This maid arose and goes up behind
And she rode as fast as the very wind
But not one word did this young man speak
But, “My dearest dear, how my head does ache!”
She had a handkerchief of the holland kind
And around his head she did him bind;
She kissed his pale lips, and thus did say:
“My dearest dear, you're as cold as clay.”

He rode her up to her father's door
And saw her father standing on the floor:
“O father dear, did you send for me
By such a kind messenger, kind sir?” said she

He wrung his hands and tore his hair
Much like a man in deep despair;
He tore the hair all from his head
Crying, “Daughter dear, your young man is dead.”

Early next morning this maid arose
And straightaway to the churchyard goes
She rose the corpse that was nine day's dead
And found her handkerchief bound around his head