(Traditional) There was a knight, and a lady bright And three little babes had she She sent them away, to a far country To learn their grammerie They hadn't been gone but a very short time About three months and a day When the lark spread over this whole wide world And taken those babes away It was on a cold, cold Christmas night When everything was still Ahe saw her three little babes come running Come running down the hill She spread them a table of bread and wine That they might drink and eat She spread them a bed of winding sheet That they might sleep so sweet "Take it off, take it off," cried the eldest one "Take it off, take it off," cried she "For I shan't stay here, in this wicked world When there's a better one for me." "Cold clods, cold clods, inside my bed Cold clods, down at my feet The tears my dear mother shed for me Would wet my winding sheet." "The tears my dear mother shed for me Would wet my winding sheet Would wet my winding sheet."