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I have a song to sing, o! (sing me your song, o!) |
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It is sung to the moon by a love-lorn loon |
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Who fled from the mocking throng-o |
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It's the song of a merry man moping mum |
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Whose soul was sad and whose glance was glum |
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Who sipped no sup and who craved no crumb |
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As he sighed for the love of a lady. |
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Hey-di, hey-di, misery me, lack-a-day-de |
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He sipped no sup and he craved no crumb |
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He sipped no sup and he craved no crumb |
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As he sighed for the love of a lady. |
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I have a song to sing, o! (what is your song, o?) |
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It is sung with the ring of the songs maids sing |
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Who loved with a love life-long-o |
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It's a song of a merry maid peerly proud |
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Who loved a lord and who laughed aloud |
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At the moan of the merry man moping mum |
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Whose soul was sad and whose glance was glum |
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Who sipped no sup and who craved no crumb |
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As he sighed for the love of a lady. |
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As he sighed for the love of a lady. |
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Hey-di, hey-di, misery me, lack-a-day-de |
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He sipped no sup and he craved no crumb |
| [01:35.760] |
As he sighed for the love of a lady. |
| [01:50.880] |
I have a song to sing,o! (sing me your song, o) |
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It is sung to the knell of a church-yard bell |
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And a doleful dirge ding-dong o |
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It's a song of a popinjay bravely born |
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Who turned up his noble nose with scorn |
| [02:09.360] |
At the humble merry maid peerly proud |
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Who loved a lord and who laughed aloud |
| [02:15.180] |
At the moan of a merry man moping mum |
| [02:18.220] |
Whose soul was sad and whose glance was glum |
| [02:21.150] |
Who sipped no sup and who craved no crumb |
| [02:24.920] |
As he sighed for the love of a lady. |
| [02:27.950] |
Hey-di, hey-di, misery me, lack-a-day-de |
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He sipped no sup and he craved no crumb |
| [02:37.270] |
As he sighed for the love of a lady. |
| [02:51.160] |
I have a song to sing, o! |
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(i have a song to sing) |
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I have a song to sing-o! |
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It is sung with a sigh and a tear in the eye for it tells of a righted wrong-o |
| [03:05.530] |
It's a song of the merry maid once so gay |
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Who turned on her heel and tripped away |
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From the peacock popinjay bravely born |
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Who turned up his noble nose with scorn |
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At the humble heart that he did not prize |
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So she begged on her knees with downcast eyes |
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For the love of the merry man moping mum |
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Whose soul was sad and whose glance was glum |
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Who sipped no sup and who craved no crumb |
| [03:31.420] |
As he sighed for the love of a lady. |
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Hey-di, hey-di, misery me, lack-a-day-de, |
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His pains were o'er and he sighed no more |
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For he lived in the love of a lady. |
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Hey-di, hey-di, his pains were o'er |
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And he sighed no more |
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For he lived in the love of a lady. |
