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One morning fair I took he air |
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Down by blackwater side |
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'Twas gazing all around me |
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The Irish lad I spied |
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All through the fore part of the night |
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We lay in sport and play |
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Till this young man arose and gathered his clothes |
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Saying 'fare thee well today |
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That's not the promise that you gave to me |
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When first you lay on my breast |
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You could make me believe with your lying tongue |
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That the sun rose in the west |
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Well, then go home to your father's garden |
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Go home and weep your fill |
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And think on your own misfortune |
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That you've brought with your want and will |
