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Fair young maid all in a garden |
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Stange young man, passerby |
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He said, "Fair maid, will you marry me?" |
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This then, sir, was her reply: |
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Oh, no, kind sir, I cannot marry thee |
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For I've a love who sails all on the sea. |
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He's been gone for seven years |
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Still no man shall marry me |
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What if he's in some battle slain |
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Or if he's drowned in the deep salt sea |
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What if he's found another love |
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And he and his love both married be? |
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Well, if he's in some battle slain |
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I will die when the moon doth wane |
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And if he's drowned in the deep salt sea |
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I'll be true to his memory |
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And if he's found another love |
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And he and his love both married be |
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I'll wish them health and happiness |
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Where they dwell across the sea |
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He picked her up all in his arms |
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Kisses gave her: One, two, three |
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Said, weep no more, my own true love |
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I am your long-lost John Riley! |