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The snows they melt the soonest when the winds begin to sing |
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The corn it ripens fastest as the frost is settling in |
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And when a young man tells me that my face he'll soon forget |
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Before we part I'll wage a bet he'll be fain to follow it yet |
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The snows they melt the soonest when the winds begin to sing |
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A swallow flies without a thought as long as it is spring |
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When springtime goes and winter blows my lad and you'll be fain |
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With all your pride to follow me across the silvery main |
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The snows they melt the soonest when the winds begin to sing |
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The bee that flew in summertime in winter 'twill not sting |
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I've seen a woman's anger melt between the night and morn |
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It's surely not a harder thing to melt a woman's scorn |
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So never bid me farewell for no farewell I'll receive |
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You will lie with me my love and kiss and take your leave |
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And I will wait 'til the woodcock crows and the martin takes its wing |
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For the snows they melt the soonest when the winds begin to sing |
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The snows they melt the soonest when the winds begin to sing |
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The corn it ripens fastest as the frost is settling in |
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And when a young man tells me that my face he'll soon forget |
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Before we part I'll wage a bet he'll be fain to follow it yet |
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The snows they melt the soonest when the winds begin to sing |
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A swallow flies without a thought as long as it is spring |
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When springtime goes and winter blows my lad and you'll be fain |
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With all your pride to follow me across the silvery main |
