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Now, Bold Sir Rylas a-hunting went, |
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All along and down a lea. |
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And Bold Sir Rylas a-hunting went, |
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Down by the riverside. |
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Bold Sir Rylas a-hunting went |
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To catch some game was his intent, |
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Down in the grove where the wildflowers grow, |
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And the green leaves fall all around. |
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Well, he spied a wild woman sitting in a tree, |
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All along and down a lea. |
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"Good lord, what brings you here?" Said she, |
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Down by the riverside. |
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"Oh, there's a wild boar in the wood, |
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He'll eat your flesh and he'll drink your blood." |
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Down in the grove where the wildflowers grow, |
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And the green leaves fall all around. |
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Well, he put his horn unto his mouth, |
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All along and down a lea. |
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And he blew it east, north, west and south, |
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Down by the riverside. |
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And the wild boar came out of his den, |
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Bringing his children, nine or ten of them, |
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Down in the grove where the wildflowers grow, |
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And the green leaves fall all around. |
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Then Bold Sir Rylas the wild boar fell on, |
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All along and down a lea. |
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And Bold Sir Rylas the wild boar fell on, |
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Down by the riverside. |
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And he fought him three hours all the day, |
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Until the boar would have run away, |
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Down in the grove where the wildflowers grow, |
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And the green leaves fall all around. |
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"Oh, now you have killed my spotted pig," |
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All along and down a lea. |
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"Oh, now you have killed my spotted pig," |
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Down by the riverside. |
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"Oh, there are three things I would have of thee, |
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Your horse and your hound and your fair lady," |
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Down in the grove where the wildflowers grow, |
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And the green leaves fall all around. |
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"Oh, now I have killed your spotted pig," |
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All along and down a lea. |
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"Oh, now I have killed your spotted pig," |
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Down by the riverside. |
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"Oh, there's not one thing you'll have of me, |
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My horse nor my hound nor my fair lady," |
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Down in the grove where the wildflowers grow, |
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And the green leaves fall all around. |
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Then Bold Sir Rylas the wild woman fell on, |
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All along and down a lea. |
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And Bold Sir Rylas the wild woman fell on, |
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Down by the riverside. |
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And he split her head down to her chin, |
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You should have seen her kick and grin. |
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Down in the grove where the wildflowers grow, |
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And the green leaves fall all around. |
