Текст: There was a knight, and a lady bright And three little babes had she She sent them away, to a far country, To learn their grammerie They hadn't been gone but a very short time, About three months and a day, When the lark spread o'er this whole wide world And taken those babes away It was on a cold, cold Christmas night When everything was still Ahe saw her three little babes come running, Come running down the hill She spread them a table of bread and wine, That they might drink and eat; She spread them a bed of winding sheet, That they might sleep so sweet "Take it off, take it off," cried the eldest one; "take it off, take it off," cried she, "for I shan't stay here, in this wicked world When there's a better one for me" "Cold clods, cold clods, inside my bed, Cold clods, down at my feet - The tears my dear mother she'd for me Would wet my winding sheet"