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A soldier is obsessed with his love - a |
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True charmer. |
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For the charmer courted me, |
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And she stole away my love, |
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When my heart was young and fair, |
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She was the maid beyond compare. |
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When my head was hanging low |
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Well, she fought through frost and snow. |
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In my arms she'll rest away |
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For the charmer I would name. |
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Tell it to the charmer, so fine and pretty. |
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Farewell charmer. |
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She brought that summer fright, |
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We were separate every night. |
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On those winter days to prove |
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She's away on the morning dew. |
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I wish but it's in vain, |
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For the soldier I became, |
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Fighting lands I'd never see, |
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For the grass will cover me. |
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Tell it to the charmer, so fine and pretty. |
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Farewell charmer. |
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Well her bed is fine as silk, |
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The sheets as white as milk. |
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When my heart has gone away. |
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I'll leave a bed as cold as clay. |
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She has two hearts I have none. |
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All alone when I am done. |
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To that charmer I endure, |
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For the price of love and war. |
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So tell it to the charmer, she's so fine |
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And pretty. |
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Farewell charmer |