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As I roved out on a May mornin' |
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On a May mornin', right early |
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I spied my love upon the way |
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Oh Lord, but she was early |
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Her shoes were black, her stockings white |
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And her buckles shone like silver |
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She had a dark and rovin' eye |
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And her earrings touched her shoulders |
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(Chorus) |
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And she sang: |
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"A lith a dlddle, lith a diddle lith a dlddle dee |
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Cha hiddle hundiddy, cha hiddle hundiddy |
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and cha lan day" |
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And she sang: |
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"A lith a dlddle, lith a diddle lith a dlddle dee |
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Cha hiddle hundiddy, cha hiddle hundiddy |
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and cha lan day |
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and cha lan day" |
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How old are you my bonny be girl |
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how old are my darlin' |
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How old are you my bonny be girl |
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"I'll be seventeen on Sunday" |
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While I went to her house at the top of the hill |
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And the moon was shinin' clearly |
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She arose to let me in |
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but her mother chanced to hear me |
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When she caught her by the hair of the head |
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And out of the room, she brought her |
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And with the root of a hazel branch |
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She was the well-beat daughter. |
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"Will you marry me now, me soldier boy? |
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Will you marry me now, or never? |
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Will you marry me now, me soldier boy? |
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Can you see I'm done forever?" |
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Well I won't marry you, my bonnie be girl |
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Well I won't marry you, my darlin' |
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For I have got a wife at home |
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And how can I disown her? |
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Well, a pint at night is my delight |
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And a gallon in the mornin' |
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The old women' they are my heartbreak |
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But the young ones are my darlin's |
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As I roved out on a May morning |
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On a May morning, right early |
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I spied my love upon the way |
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Oh Lord, but she was early |
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(Chorus) |
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And she sang: |
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"A lith a dlddle, lith a diddle lith a dlddle dee |
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Cha hiddle hundiddy, cha hiddle hundiddy |
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and cha lan day |
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and cha lan day." |
