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In the cattails, a maid did dwell, |
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She sang sweet songs, but she loved as well; |
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She was a bit over five feet tall, |
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And she loved no man, for she loved them all. |
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In her bed many hours we lay |
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While the north winds'd blow and the sparrows'd play |
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And in my hand she placed a key, |
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Sayin', "Keep this my love, follow me," |
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So I swore, for she knew me well, |
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I swore this love, I'd never tell; |
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She said for me her soul she'd sell, |
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Even if she must walk the fires of hell. |
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Her hair it rushed and flowed so long |
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On a silken pillow, it did belong; |
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Her eyes were yellow like the mornin' sun |
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And they were singin' each one a song |
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And her skin was dark like a russet dawn |
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Well in her hair would flow my tears, |
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Of my lonely days, and my bitter years, |
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And on her breast, my soul would sail, |
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And her mouth was as sweet, sweet as ale. |
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She was to me a golden cup, |
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That poured me life, for me to sup; |
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And in her heart was a lookin' glass, |
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And a sturdy ship, with a highest mast. |
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For many days, I did remain, |
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Until one day, I forgot her name; |
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Then I knew I'd have to go |
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From where the sparrows played, and the north winds'd blow. |
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But then one day, by the cattail pond, |
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My love was dyin', and then she was gone; |
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I buried her where the green grass grows, |
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And there she slept 'til the winter snows. |
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So I sang my sorrow to the trees, |
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And they said, "Go sing it to the breeze;" |
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Well I knew this love no man could believe, |
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So I buried my sorrow, my heart, and my key. |
