Intro: There was a lady and a lady gay, Of children she had three, She sent them away to the North Country To learn their grammar-ee They had not been there very long, Scarcely six months and a day, When death, cold death, come-a hasting along And he stole those babes away. She prayed to the lord that was in Heaven "Who airs a golden crown? prayer send to me, my three little babes tonight or the morning soon." It was just about old christmas time Then I speak cold and clear She looked and she saw, her three little babes come running home to her She sat a table both long and wide. on it put bread and wine. "Come eat, come drink, my three little babes. Come eat, come drink of mine." "We want none of your bread, mother, Neither do we want your wine, For yonder stands our savior deer, To his will we must resign." "Green grass grows over our heads, mother, Cold clay is under our feet, And every tear you shed for us, It wets our winding-sheet."