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Oh as I roved out one bright summer's morn |
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Down by Blackwaterside |
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I'd be gazing on the flowers that did bloom all around |
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When a pretty Irish girl I spied |
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Oh 'twas red and rosy was her cheeks |
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Golden yellow was her hair |
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As I clasped her by the lily-white hand |
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And I said, "My young sweetheart fair" |
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There be many a good man's daughter |
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Going around from town to town |
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There be many a good man's daughter with |
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Her hair all hanging down |
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They'll be rocking the cradles the whole day long |
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Singing, "Low-la, low-la, low" |
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Was there ever a poor misfortunate girl |
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Was as easily led as you? |
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Oh that wasn't the promise that you made to me |
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Down by Blackwaterside |
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That wasn't the promise that you made to me |
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When you asked me to be your bride |
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That wasn't the promise that you made to me |
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When you swore you'd be loyal and true |
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When the fishes fly and the seas run dry |
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I'll return and I'll marry you |