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A nobleman's son, he dreamed such a dream |
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Of the beautifulest girl in the nation |
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No counsel would he take, but journeys he'd make |
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Through Ireland to seek this fair creature |
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'Twas seven long years he searched here and there |
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'Til he came to the place where he'd meet her |
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He opened the door and she stood on the floor |
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She was a laboring man's daughter |
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I never have seen you but once in my life |
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And that was in a dream, you lay by me |
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And now you're beside me, by the look in your eyes |
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I know that you ne'er will deny me |
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And what's your desire, pray tell me, kind sir |
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That you're so afraid of denial? |
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Although I am poor, no scorn will I endure |
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Do not put me under such trial |
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No scorn will I bring, nor any such thing |
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And he took out a ring as a token |
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Oh love is a thing which does hang on a string |
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But between us it ne'er will be broken |
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And if I should consent your bride for to be |
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Your parents would both be offended |
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Besides they would always be frowning on me |
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Because you are highly descended |
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For father and for mother I have none in this world |
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I have none but myself and a brother |
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And as for my friends, they will not frown on me |
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So we can but love one another |
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So now they has gained what love and delight |
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And they are living in joy and plenty |
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The laboring man's daughter has married a knight |
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Heaven protect them both together |