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George Collins walked out one May morning |
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When May was all in bloom |
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And who should he see but a fair pretty maid |
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A washing her white marble stone |
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She whooped she hollered she called so loud |
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She waved her lily-white hand |
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Come hither to me George Collins cried she |
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For your life it won't last you long |
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He put his bumboat down by the bank side |
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Across the river sprung he |
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He gripped his hands round her middle so small |
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And he kissed her red ruby lips |
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Then he rode home to his father's own house |
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Loudly knocked with the ring |
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A rise,a rise |
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My farther he cried |
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Rise and please let me in |
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Oh |
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A rise,a rise dear mother he cried |
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Rise and make up my bed |
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A rise, a rise |
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Dear sister he cried |
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Get a napkin to tie wound my head |
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For if i should die tonight |
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And if I should chance to die tonight |
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As I suppose I shall |
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Please bury me neat that white marble stone |
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That lies in fair Ellender's hall |
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Fair Ellender sat all in her hall |
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Weaving her silks so fine |
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And who should she see but the finest corpse |
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That ever her eyes shone on |
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Fair Ellender called unto her head maid |
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Whose corpse is this so fine |
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She made her reply George Collins' corpse |
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An old true love of mine |
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Oh put him down my brave little boys |
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And open his coffin so wide |
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That I may kiss his red ruby lips |
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Ten thousand times they've kissed mine |
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This news being carried to fair London town |
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Wrote on London gate |
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Six pretty maids died all in one night |
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'Twas all for George Collins' sake |
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