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'What did I have', |
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said the fine old woman. |
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'What did I have', |
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this proud old woman did say. |
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'I had four green fields, |
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each one was a jewel. |
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But strangers came |
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and tried to take them from me. |
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But my fine strong sons |
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They fought to save my jewels. |
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They fought and they died |
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And that was my grief', said she. |
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'Long time ago', |
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said the fine old woman, |
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'Long time ago', |
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this proud old woman did say. |
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'There was war and death, |
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plundering and pillage. |
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My children starved |
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by mountain, valley and stream. |
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And their wailing cries |
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They reached the very heavens. |
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And my four green fields |
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ran red with their blood', said she. |
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'What have I now', |
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said the fine old woman. |
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'What have I now', |
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this proud old woman did say. |
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'I have four green fields, |
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one of them's in bondage. |
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In strangers' hands, |
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that try to take it from me. |
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But my sons have sons |
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As brave as were their fathers. |
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And my four green fields |
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will bloom once again', said she. |
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And my four green fields |
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will bloom once again', said she. |
