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"Oh can I go to my love's side |
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Oh let me go this day. |
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Please let me go to my love's side, |
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Oh mother don't make me stay. |
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I was a rose in April |
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And still a rose in June |
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I fear that come the winter |
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I shall no longer bloom." |
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"Oh daughter, daughter you cannot go, |
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Oh you cannot go this day, |
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Your father he forbade you |
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And at home you must remain |
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You were a rose in April |
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And still a rose in June, |
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But God can send fine winters |
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And I know my rose will bloom." |
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"Mother, mother I must away |
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Unto my true love's side. |
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Bring to me my white horse |
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And away to him, I'll ride." |
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She's rode through fields of barley |
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And she's rode through fields of corn, |
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She's come unto her true love |
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One hour before the dawn. |
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Her father being awakened |
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Heard of his daughter's flight, |
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He's taken up his dagger |
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And he's rode into the night. |
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And he's rode through fields of barley |
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And he's rode through fields of corn, |
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He's come unto her true love's house |
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just before the dawn. |
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He's found his daughter sleeping |
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In her true love's arms |
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He's taken up his dagger |
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And it's deep into their hearts. |
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"Oh father, cruel father |
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You've killed my love, killed me. |
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But now I'll rest beside him, |
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Locked in his arms I'll be. |
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Locked in his arms I'll be. |
