g lay,

    quot;till God released her of her pain,

    quot;And t away.

    quot;So in the church-yard she was laid,

    quot;And all the summer dry,

    quot;together round her grave we played,

    quot;My brother John and I.

    quot;And h snow,

    quot;And I could run and slide,

    quot;My broto go,

    quot;And ;

    quot;; said I,

    quot;If two are in ;

    ttle Maiden did reply,

    quot;O Master! ;

    quot;But two are dead!

    quot;ts are in ;

    till

    ttle Maid would have her will,

    And said, quot;Nay, ;