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Gladwin |
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If I were a Ploughman |
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I would plough your barren land |
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Sow my seeds of love with care |
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Hoping the fruits of passion they'll bear |
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I could be anything for you |
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Say but a word and I'll prove it's true |
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Pander to your every whim |
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Light up your candle when day grows dim |
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If I were a Weaver |
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I'd weave fine tresses in your hair |
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Plait them with ribbons of gold |
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And bless each ringlet, curl and fold |
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Chorus |
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If I were a country Squire |
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You'd have all the presents you desire |
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Robes and rings and fineries |
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Belgian lace for your tapestries |
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Chorus |
