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As I roved out one bright May morning |
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To view the purple heather and flowers gay |
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Who should I spy, but my own true love |
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As she sat by yon willow tree. |
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I took off my hat and I did salute her, |
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I did salute her most courageously. |
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When she turned around, and the tears fell from her |
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Saying, "False young man, you've deluded me. |
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And the diamond ring I behold I gave to you, |
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A diamond ring to wear on your right hand. |
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But the vows you made, love, you went and broke them |
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And you wed the lassie that has the land." |
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"If I wed the lassie who has the land, my love, |
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It's that I'll rue 'till the day I die. |
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When misfortune falls, sure no man can shun it. |
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I was a blind fool was I' |
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Now at night when I go to my bed of slumber |
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The thoughts of my true love run in my mind. |
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When I turn around to embrace my darling, |
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instead of gold, sure 'tis brass I find. |
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And I wish the queen would call home her armies |
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From the West Indies, America and Spain. |
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And every man to his wedded woman |
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Oh in hopes that I might be with thee again." |
