| I once loved a lad and I loved him so well
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| That I hated all others that spoke of him ill
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| But noo he’s rewarded me well for my love
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| He’s gone to be wed to another
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| When I saw my love, to the church go
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| Wi' bride and bride maidens, they made a fine show
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| And I followed on wi' a heart fu' of woe
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| For he’s gone to be wed to another
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| When I saw my love sit down to dine
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| I sat down beside him and poured out the wine
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| And I drank to the laddie wha should have been mine
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| But now he is wed to another
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| The men o' yon forest, they ask it of me
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| How many stawberries grow in the salt sea
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| And I ask of them back with a tear in my e’e
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| How many ships sail in the forest
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| So dig me a grave and dig it so deep
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| And cover it ower with flowers so sweet
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| And I’ll turn in for to take a long sleep
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| Ad maybe in time I’ll forget him |