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As I walked out on a midsummer's morning |
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For to view the fields and to take the air |
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Down by the banks of the sweet primroses |
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There I beheld a most love lie fair. |
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Three short steps, I stepped up to her |
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Not knowing her as she passed me by |
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I stepped up to her, thinking for to view her |
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She appeared to be like some virtuous bride. |
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I says : 'Fair maid, where are you going ?' |
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'And what's the occasion of all your brief ?' |
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'I will make you as happy as any lady' |
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'If you will grant to me one small relief'. |
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'Stand off, stand off, you're a false deceiver' |
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'You are a false deceitful man, I know' |
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Tis you that has caused my poor heart to wander' |
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'And in your comfort lies no refrain'. |
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So I'll go down to some lonesome valley |
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Where no man on earth shall there me find |
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Where the pretty little small birds do change their voices |
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And every moment blows blusterous wind. |
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So come all young men who go a-sailing |
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Pray pay attention to what I say |
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For there's many a dark and a cloudy morning |
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Turns out to be a sunshiny day. |
