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It was down in the green valley, in the pleasant month of June, |
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All the birds were sweetly singing, all of nature was in tune. |
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It was there I found my Johnny, he's a man I dared adore, |
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It was down in the green valley, in the pleasant month of June, |
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All the birds were sweetly singing, all of nature was in tune. |
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It was there I found my Johnny, he's a man I dared adore, |
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For he was my only fancy; I could love no more. |
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Saying, \"Oh, my dearest Johnny, please be kind and marry me. |
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I have no stores of riches, but I've stores of love for thee. |
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And there's richer girls than I, but none will ever love you more. |
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And if I had gold like mountains, it would be forever yours.\" |
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\"For to have you in my life, it would mean the world to me. |
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Though I am not the richest girl, I can dance and sing.\" |
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\"I am for a rich young one, and I'll have you to be gone. |
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For your riches will not last me, and your love will soon cool down.\" |
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Saying, \"Oh, my dearest Johnny, please be kind and marry me. |
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I have no stores of riches, but I've stores of love for thee. |
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And there's richer girls than I, but none will ever love you more. |
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And if I had gold like mountains, it would be forever yours.\" |
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Oh, must I go in sorrow? Must I lament for thee, |
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Who does not grieve or think of me? My woe is plain to see. |
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That I am broken-hearted; I wear no willow green. |
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Oh, must I go in sorrow while you never think of me? |
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When seven months had passed, he inclined to change his mind, |
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And he wrote to me a letter, thinking that I would proclaim. |
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Saying, \"You're my own true love, and I hope you will forgive, |
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And grant to me the favor of my heart and hand receive.\" |
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Come all you wild young men and a warning take by me, |
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Never slight your own true love while she is kind and free. |
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I said, \"Oh, my dearest Johnny, it's for you I do not grieve. |
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For there's other men more suited, and I'll take care of your need. |
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For your riches will not last and beauty will decay. |