And will he not come again?
 
And will he not come again?
 
No, no, he is dead
Go to thy death-bed, He neve`ll come again.
 
His beard was as white as snow,
 
All flaxen was his poll:
 
His beard was as snow,
All flaxen was his poll:
He is gone, he is gone,
 
And we cast away moan:
 
God ha' mercy on his soul!
And of all Christian souls,
I pray God.
God be with you
God be with you
God ha' mercy on his soul!
And of all Christian souls,
I pray God.
God be with you
God be with you
