| «Oh rise up my darling and come with me
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| I want to go with you and leave this country
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| To leave my fathers dwelling, this house and the land
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| So away goes Jamie with his love in his arms
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| They go over hills and the mountains and glens
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| Traveling all through the night in the mist in the rain
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| But her father has followed and has taken his men
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| And he captured poor Jamie with his love in his arms
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| Now home she was taken to her room she is bound
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| While poor Jamie lies on the cold stoney ground
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| And he knows all the while before the judge he will stand
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| For the stealing of nothing but his own true love’s hand
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| In the cold hard iron his hands they are bound
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| Handcuffed like a murderer and tied to the ground
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| And the goaler tells Jamie «last night I did hear
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| That your Lady will hang you or else set you clear»
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| The judge says «this young girl being tender in youth
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| If Jamie is guilty she will tell the truth»
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| Then the radiant beauty before him did stand
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| «Oh I’m happy to see you my bold Irish lad»
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| But the father cries out «Lord have pity on me
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| For the man came to bring disgrace to my family
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| And he stole my only daughter, all part of his plan
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| And if you don’t hang him I will quit the land»
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| But the daughter is crying and begging is she
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| «The fault isn’t Jamie’s the blame lies with me
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| I forced him to leave and run away with me
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| And I’ll die if I can’t save my bold Jamie»
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| «Good Lord he has stole all her jewels and her rings
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| Gold watches and amber, all my precious things
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| And it costs me a fortune in thousands of pounds
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| And I’ll take the life of Jamie before I lie in the ground
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| «Good Lord I gave them as a token of love
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| An when we are parted I’ll have them removed
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| But a true lovers token wear on your right hand
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| And think of me darling when you’re in a foreign land» |