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If I were a carpenter and you were a lady, |
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Would you marry me anyway? Would you have my baby? |
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If a tinker were my trade would you still find me? |
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Carrying the pots I made, following behind me. |
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Save my love for sorrow, save my love for lonely, |
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I've given you my tomorrow, love me only. |
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If I worked my hands in wood, would you still love me? |
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You answer me quick, "Tim I could, and I'll put you above me." |
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If I were a miller at a mill wheel grinding, |
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Would you miss your coloured blouse and your soft shoes shining? |
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Save my love for loneliness save my love for sorrow, |
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I've given you my only-ness, give me your tomorrow. |
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If I were a carpenter and you were a lady, |
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Would you marry me anyway? Would you have my baby? |
