| Oh Willie, my Darling, come back
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| I will ever be faithful and true
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| Oh Willie, my Darling, come back
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| I’ll forever be faithful to you
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| I remember once that he said
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| He loved me better than his life
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| He called me his darling, his wife
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| Then asked me to be his own bride
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| Oh Darling, he said, I am sure
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| Your heart is made of a stone
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| He took a white rose from my hair
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| Then left me a-standing alone
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| Oh Willie, my Darling, come back
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| I will ever be faithful and true
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| Oh Willie, my Darling, come back
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| I’ll forever be faithful to you
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| The next day poor Willie was dead
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| He was found in the pond near the mill
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| Oh the clear precious waters so fair
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| That flows from the brinks of the hill
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| His blue eyes were forever closed
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| And damp was his golden hair
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| And close to his pale lips was found
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| The white rose which he took from my hair
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| Oh Willie, my Darling, come back
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| I will ever be faithful and true
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| Oh Willie, my Darling, come back
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| I’ll forever be faithful to you |