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Come pretty young girls give me your attention |
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To these few lines I've tried to write |
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About a man who I won't mention |
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Who courted of his charming bride |
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And when her parents came to know him |
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They tried so hard both day and night |
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To separate here and her own true lover |
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Her and her own true hearts delight |
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She turned her back upon the city |
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She viewed the fields and meadows round |
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She came upon a broad river |
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And in the shade of a tree sat down |
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Her true love being not far behind |
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He heard her make a mournful sound |
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And looking on her lifeless body |
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As she lay cold upon the ground |
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He then took out his silver weapon |
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He pierced it through his tender heart |
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Sayin let this be a dreadful warning |
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For all true lovers that have to part |
