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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 met my love upon the way |
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Oh Lord but she was early. |
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Her boots were black, her stockings white |
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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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What age are you, my bonnie wee lass? |
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What age are you, my honey? |
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Modestly she answered me |
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"I'll be seventeen on Sunday" |
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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 hundkddy |
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and cha lan day. |
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Where do you live, my bonnie wee lass? |
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Where do you live, my honey? |
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"A wee house up at the top of the hill |
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I live there with my mommy" |
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So I went to the house at the top of the hill |
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The moon was shining clearly |
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She arose to let me in |
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Her mother chanced to meet me. |
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She caught her by the hair of the head |
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And down to the room she brought her |
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With the root of a hazel twig |
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She was the well beat daughter. |
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Will you marry me now you soldier lad? |
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Will you marry me now or never? |
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Will you marry me you sildier lad? |
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Can't you see I'm done forever? |
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I can't marry you now my bonnie wee lass |
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Can't marry you my honey |
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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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A pint at night is my delight |
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And a gallon in the morning |
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The old women are my heartbreak |
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And the young ones are my darlin's. |
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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 hundkddy |
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and cha lan day. |
