How should I your true love know nFrom another one? nBy his cockle hat and staff nAnd his sandal shoon. nHe is dead and gone, lady, nHe is dead and gone; nAt his head a grass-green turf nAt his heels a stone. nnWhite his shroud as the mountain snow, nLarded with sweet flowers. nWhich bewept to the grave did not go nWith true-love showers.n