Went with my love to Gallows Hill
To see if the ghosts were stirring still
We walked on up the spiral path
Scorching sun upon our backs
It is a bright and a beautiful day
The sun is shining high
It is a wonderful day to live
But a gloomy day to die
Blood-fed trees are flourishing
Nesting birds are cackling
Forget-me-nots growing blue as the sky
Memories that will not lie
In picking a flower I turned away
My love grew cold, his face turned grey
His eyes were starting out of his head
Around his neck sprang a ring of red
Oh, cut me down, sweetheart
I don't want to die
Oh, cut me down, sweetheart
I'm not ready to die
So don't you go to Gallows Hill
Unless you would your true love k**
Don't go digging up the past
The dead are not buried and they won't rest