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My young man, oh he is so fine, |
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Sweet rosemary did say. |
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She gathered flowers and she sang |
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All about her wedding day. |
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Oh when i was a lass at school |
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I looked out at the sky, |
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And now among the woodlands cool, |
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Gathering sweet primroses i. |
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I wish i was a little bird, |
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With wings that i could fly, |
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Then i would find my own true love, |
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And when he'd speak then i'd be by. |
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My heart would flutter like the wings, |
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Oh to see my own dear one. |
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And pretty words i'd like to sing |
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All beneath the morning sun. |
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Oh, my young man, oh he is so fine, |
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Sweet rosemary did say. |
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She gathered flowers and she sang |
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All about her wedding day. |
