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There was a maid in her father's garden |
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And a gentleman he came passing by |
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He stood awhile to gaze upon her, |
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And he said fair maid would you fancy I. |
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But I'm not a lady I'm a poor girl, |
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A poor man's daughter of a low degree, |
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Therefore young man find some other sweetheart |
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For your servant maid I'm not fit to be. |
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It's seven years since I had a true love, |
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Seven more since I did him see, |
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And seven more I will wait upon him, |
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But if he's alive, he'll come back to me. |
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If he's sick I will wish him better, |
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If he is dead I will wish him rest, |
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But if he's alive I will wait upon him, |
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He's the only young man I do love best. |
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It's seven years since you had a true love, |
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Seven more since you did him see, |
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And seven more you will wait upon him, |
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Perhaps that young man you ne'er will see. |
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He put a hand down in his pocket, |
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His gentle fingers they were thin and small, |
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And up between them he pulled a gold ring |
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And when she saw it she down did fall. |
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He picked her up all in his arms |
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And gave her kisses most tenderly, |
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Saying, I'm your true love and single sailor |
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Who came o'er the sea for to wed with thee. |
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If you're my true love and single sailor |
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Your gentle features they look strange to me |
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But seven years makes great alterations |
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O'er the raging seas between you and me. |
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There was a maid in her father's garden |
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And a gentleman, he came passing by, |
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He stood awhile to gaze upon her |
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And he said fair maid would you fancy I? |
