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One day as I was walking all o'er yon fields of moss, |
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I had no thoughts of enlisting till some soldiers did me cross, |
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They kindly did invite me to a flowing ball and down, |
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They advanced, they advanced me some money, |
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A shilling from the crown. |
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My true love he is handsome and he wears a white cockade, |
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He is a handsome young man, likewise a roving blade, |
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He is a handsome young man, he's gone to serve the King, |
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Oh my very, oh my very, |
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Heart is aching all the love of him. |
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My true love he is handsome and comely for to see, |
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And by a sad misfortune a soldier now is he, |
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I wish the man that's listed him might prosper night nor day, |
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And I wish that, I wish that, |
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The hollanders might sink him in the sea. |
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Then he took out his hankerchief to wipe my flowing eye, |
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Leave off your lamentations likewise your mournful sighs, |
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Leave off your grief and sorrow until I march o'er yon plain, |
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We'll be married, we'll be married, |
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In the springtime when I return again. |
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My true love he is listed and it's all for him I'll rove, |
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I'll write his name on every tree that grows in yonder grove, |
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My poor heart it does hallow, how my poor heart it does cry, |
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To remind me, to remind me, |
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Of my ploughboy, until the day I die |