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Gladwin |
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Fare you well on the morrow I must leave |
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And I'm bound for a far and distant land |
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A tale would tell of my poor heart and how it grieves |
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So for you my love this sorrowful Pavan |
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I was born in Lincoln country |
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And the son of a country wife am I |
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Out of all the flowers growing wild in yon forest |
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You're the fairest rose on which I've laid an eye |
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Love me hard with the dawn I'll be gone |
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And I don't know if I'll be back again |
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God as my guard I'm the champion of the wronged |
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Off to holy wars to fight the Saracen |
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Chorus |
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Middle 8 |
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While you're away does your spouse turn a whore |
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Or a chastity belt maiden while crusader's at war |
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I'm tired of my chain mail |
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My armour makes me sore |
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And it all seems so futile |
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Weep you will but my love I cannot stay |
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Dry your eyes and we'll share a parting kiss |
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Wait until the advent of that day |
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When I'm home and gone is sadness as this |
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Chorus |
