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Come all ye fair and tender maidens |
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Take warning how you court young men |
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They're like a star of a summer's morning |
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First they appear and then they're gone. |
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They'll tell to you some loving story |
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They'll swear to you their love is true |
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Straightway they'll go and court another |
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And that's the love that they had for you. |
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If I'd a known before I courted |
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That love it was such a killin' thing |
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I'd lock my heart in a box of golden |
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And fastened it up with a silver chain. |
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O do you remember our days of courtin' |
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When your head lay upon my breast |
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You could make me believe with the falling of your eyes |
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That the sun rose in the west. |
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I wish I was a little sparrow |
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And I had wings and I could fly |
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I'd fly away to my own true lover |
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And when he speaks I won't deny. |
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But I am not no little sparrow |
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I have no wings neither can I fly |
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I'll sit right down in my grief and sorrow |
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And let my troubles pass me by. |
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Come all ye fair and tender maidens |
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Take warning how you court young men |
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They're like a star of a summer's morning |
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First they appear and then they're gone. |
