| I rede ye beware o' the hunting, young man
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| I rede ye beware o' the hunting, young man
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| For the Lord of the May has sorrow for ay;
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| His daughter away wi' the faeries was ta’en
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| I rede ye beware o' the hunting, young man
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| I rede ye beware o' the hunting, young man
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| After mony’s the year to bring him some cheer
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| The Lord of the May a’huntin' has gane
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| I rede ye beware o' the hunting, young man
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| I rede ye beware o' the hunting, young man
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| For he drew not his bow at a deer or a roe
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| But the bonnie white bird that sat on a stane
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| I rede ye beware o' the hunting, young man
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| I rede ye beware o' the hunting, young man
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| For his arrow he shot, but it harméd her not
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| For it died in the heart of his daughter Elaine/alane
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| I rede ye beware o' the hunting, young man
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| I rede ye beware o' the hunting, young man
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| For the Lord of the May has sorrow for ay;
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| His daughter away wi' the faeries was ta’en |