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Light down, light down, love Henry Lee |
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And stay with me this night |
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You will have my candle and coal |
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My fire's burning bright |
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My fire's burning bright |
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I won't light down, I can't light down |
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Nor stay all night with thee |
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There's a lady ten times fairer than you |
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In Lord Barnett's hall for me |
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In Lord Barnett's hall for me |
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He's leaned him o'er her soft pillow |
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For to give her a kiss so sweet |
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With her little pen-knife held keen and sharp |
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She's wounded him full deep |
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She's wounded him full deep |
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I will light down, I must light down |
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"I will come in", said he |
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"There is no lady in Barnett's hall |
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That I love more better than thee |
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I love more better than thee" |
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"O live, my love, Lord Henry", she said |
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"For an hour or two or three |
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And all these cards about my waist |
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I'd freely give to thee |
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I'd freely give to thee" |
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All them cards about your waist |
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They'd do no good to me |
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Love, don't you see my own heart's blood |
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Come twinkling at my knee |
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Come twinkling at my knee |
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She took him by his long yellow hair |
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She dragged him by his feet |
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She threw him down her cool draw-well |
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Full fifty fathoms deep |
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Full fifty fathoms deep |
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Lie there, lie there, you Henry Lee |
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I know you will not swim |
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That lady ten times fairer than me |
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She'll never see you again |
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She'll never see you again |
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Light down, light down, you pretty little bird |
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Light down all on my knee |
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No, a girl who'd murder her own true love |
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Would kill a little bird like me |
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Would kill a little bird like me |
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I wished I had my bending bow |
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My arrow and my string |
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I'd shoot my dart so nigh your heart |
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That you'd no longer sing |
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You'd no longer sing |
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I wished you had your bending bow |
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Your arrow and your string |
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I'd fly away to Barnett's hall |
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You'd always hear me sing |
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You'd always hear me sing |