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Williams-Traditional |
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All things are quite silent, each mortal at rest, |
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When me and my true love got snug in one nest, |
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When a bold set of ruffians broke into our cave, |
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And they forced my dear jewel to plough the salt wave. |
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I begged hard for my darling as I would for my life. |
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They'd not listen to me although a fond wife, |
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Saying: "The king must have sailors, to the seas he must go," |
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And they've left me lamenting in sorrow and woe. |
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Through green fields and meadows we ofttimes have walked, |
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And the fond recollections together have talked, |
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Where the lark and the blackbird so sweetly did sing, |
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And the lovely thrushes' voices made the valleys to ring. |
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Now although I'm forsaken I won't be be cast down. |
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Who knows but my true love some day may return? |
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And will make me amends For all trouble and strife, |
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And me and my true love might live happy for life. |