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They say a girl like me should wed, |
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And take a man to lay in my bed |
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But I would like to stay young and free, |
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And oh, I wish they would let me be |
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Oh, I wish they would let me be... |
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Let me be. |
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Robin the miller he's fond of brass, |
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He sees a fool's face when he looks in glass, |
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Thinks he'll bargain like grain for me |
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But oh, I wish he would let me be |
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Oh, I wish he would let me be, |
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Robin, let me be. |
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There came a man names Bonnie Jim |
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He looks so fine in his holiday trim |
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Thinks he'll take me off to the sea, |
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But oh, I wish he would let me be |
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Oh, I wish he would let me be, |
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Jim, let me be, |
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Jim, let me be. |
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Cousin Dick he has gold and land, |
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He thinks all this will win my hand |
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My hand or lips he will never see |
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But oh, I wish he would let me be |
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Oh, I wish he would let me be, |
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Dick, let me be. |
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This young soldier boy is Ned |
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His gun's like his own, he can shoot me dead, |
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His eyes are blue but they don't see me, |
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Oh, why does he let me be? |
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Oh, why does he let me be? |
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Let me be, |
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Why, you let me be? |
