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Will you marry me sir |
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Oh tether me down |
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For I am too free |
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Will you walk hand in hand with me |
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For I do carry a child by thee |
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Oh madam, I'll not marry thee |
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For I'm married away |
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And I'll always be |
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I'll not walk hand in hand with thee |
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Even though you've a child by me |
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Oh sir, heartbroken I'll be |
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Is she finer than I |
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Is she tall and lean |
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Is she the rarest you've ever seen |
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Of your own heart is she the queen |
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Oh madam, she's twenty of thee |
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She's tall and she's lean |
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How she smiles on me |
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She's the rarest, she is my queen |
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I'll never care for a girl like thee |
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Oh sir, than shamed am I |
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I'll run to the fields |
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And it's there I'll die |
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There God's Angels will around me fly |
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There they'll care for my child and I |