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I courted a man from the Lancs Fusiliers |
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He gave me his heart and so I loved him dear |
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For he took me a-courting and he taught me to dance |
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Then he marched with the infantry over to France |
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He told me to wait he'd be back in a year |
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Now seventeen months I have wished he were here |
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And I'll wait no longer, I'll take what I can |
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So I'm learning to love with another young man |
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Learning to love |
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Learning to love |
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Tired of the waiting |
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I'm learning to love |
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So I courted a man from the Royal Horse Blues |
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He soon had to leave and I said I'd be true |
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Now he's gone for his duty not seven weeks yet |
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So I've found a new young man to help me forget |
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I courted a man from the Kent Volunteer |
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Now he's gone a-marching, and I wish he were here |
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What can I do while my love is away? |
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But court with a soldier from the Royal Scots Grey |
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One day they'll come back and then I'll be true |
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For I've learnt how to love and I've learnt how to choose |
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To every young woman who waits at the shore |
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Love while you're waiting; you'll learn so much more |
