| One morning as I went a-fowling
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| Bright Phoebus adorning the plain
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| It was down by the shores of Lough Erne
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| I met with a beautiful dame
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| Her voice was so sweet and so pleasing
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| These beautiful notes she did sing
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| The innocent fowl of the forest
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| Their loving to her they did bring
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| It being the first time I met her
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| My heart it did leap with surprise
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| I thought that she could be nor mortal
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| But an angel that fell from the skies
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| Her hair it hung down in gold tresses
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| Her skin was as white as the snow
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| Her cheeks were as red as the roses
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| That bloom along Lough Erne’s shore
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| When I heard that my love was eloping
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| These words unto her I did say
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| Oh, take me to your habitation
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| For cupid has led me astray
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| All my life I will keep the commandments
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| They say that it is the best plan
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| Young maidens who yield to men’s pleasures
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| The scriptures do say they are wrong
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| Oh, Mary don’t accuse me of weakness
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| All treachery I do disown
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| I will make you a lady of honor
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| If with me this night you’ll come home
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| Had I all the wealth of great Alladin
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| His gold and his jewels what’s more
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| I would part with them all for to win you
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| And live along Lough Erne’s shore |