I dreamed a dream the other night,
My love she came dressed all in white,
I dreamed my love came in my sleep,
Her cheeks were wet, her eyes did weep.
She came to me at mt bed-side
All dressed in white like some fair bride
And bravely in her bosom fair,
A red, red rose did my love wear.
She made no sound-no word she said,
And then I knew my love was dead.
I bound the weeper round my head,
For now I knew my love was dead.
She waved her hand-she said goodbye,
I wiped the tear from out my eye.