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There were seven suns and two of them twins |
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There were seven suns in Yarrow |
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And they all did fight for their own true love |
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In the dewy, dewy dens of Yarrow |
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Oh mother dear, I dreamed a dream |
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A dream of grief and sorrow |
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I dreamed I saw my own true love |
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In the dewy, dewy dens of Yarrow |
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Oh daughter dear, I saw your dream |
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Your dream of grief and sorrow |
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Your love today is laying slay |
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In the dewy, dewy dens of Yarrow |
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She sought him up, she sought him down |
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She sought him all through Yarrow |
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And there she found him laying slay |
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In the dewy, dewy dens of Yarrow |
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Her hair, it was three quarters long |
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And the color of it was yellow |
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She rocked it around his middle so small |
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And carried him home from Yarrow |
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Oh mother dear, come make my bed |
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Come make it soft and narrow |
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For my true love has died tonight |
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In the dewy, dewy dens of Yarrow |
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She dressed herself in clean white clothes |
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And away to the waters of Yarrow |
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And there she lay her sweet self down |
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And died on the banks of Yarrow |