I am stretched on your grave
and you'll find me there always
If I had bounty of your arms,
I should never leave you.

Little apple, my beloved,
it is time for me to lay with you
There is the cold smell of clay on me
the tan of the sun and the wind

There is a lock on my heart
which is filled with love for you
And melancholy beneath it
as black as the sloes

If anything happens to me
and death overthrows me
I shall become a fairy wind-gust
down on the meadows before you

When my family thinks that I'm in my bed
It is on your grave I am stretched
from night till morning
Telling my distress and lamenting bitterly
For my quiet lovely girl who was bethrothed to me as a child.

Do you remember the nights when you and I
were under the blackthorn tree
And the night freezing?
A hundred praises to gods that we did nothing harmful
And your crown of maidenhood
is a tree of light before you!

The priests and the monks every day were angry with me
For being in love with you, young girl
when you are dead.

I would be a shelter from the wind for you
And protection from the rain for you;
And oh, keen sorrow to my heart
that you are under the earth!

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