A Ballad - Kate Rusby

Take the robes from off thy form

And cease thine hair to braid

Thy love to thee will come no more

He woos another maid

And broken are the many vows

That he has pledged to thee

He woos another maid, and this

My bridal morn should be

False to me oh say not so

For if thy tail be true

And the one that I love be lost to me

I shall not live to rue

And if he do take another mate

Before the holy shrine

Another ne’er shall have my heart

Death will be a friend of mine

She takes the robe from off her form

And dons a snow white gown

She loosened from her lock the braid

And let her hair hang down

She flung around her lovely head

Thin shroud of her veil

To hide the fast ascending tears

And cheeck of moon ray pale

With hurried yet, with careful steps

Into the church she hides

And there she saw the false of heart

Receive another bride

The bride pageant swept along

'Til all the train had fled

Why stands the lone deserted one

She slumbers with the dead