| Rising early out of bed, across the fields I steered O
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| When oh and I, a woman I spied, a pretty fair maid appeared O
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| Her head was bare, I do declare, she had neither hat nor feather on
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| And she stooped so low, gave me to know it was mushrooms she was gathering O
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| Oh gathering O, and she stooped so low, gave me to know
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| It was mushrooms she was gathering O
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| «Where are you going?» |
| says I, «My dear, why are you up so early O?
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| I’ve seen you on the dewy grass before the sower early O»
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| Quite modestly she answered me, and she gave her head one fetch up
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| And she said, «I am gathering mushrooms to make my mammy ketchup O»
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| Oh ketchup O, and she said, «I am gathering mushrooms
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| To make my mammy ketchup O»
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| Her parting breast on mine she pressed, her heart was like a feather O
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| And her lips on mine do gentle join and we both sat down together O
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| Together O, and her lips on mine do gentle join
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| And we both sat down together O
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| Rising early out of bed, across the fields I steered O
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| When oh and I, a woman I spied, a pretty fair maid appeared O |