| lady margaret, lady margaret
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| was sowing at the sea
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| she’s all dressed in black
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| and a thought came in her head to roam in the woods
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| to pull flowers to flower her hat, my boys
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| to pull flowers to flower her hat
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| so she hoisted up her petticoats a bit above the knee
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| and so nimbly she ran over the ground
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| and when she came to the merrygreen woods
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| she pulled those branches down, my boys
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| she pulled those branches down
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| suddenly she spied a fine young man
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| he’s standing by a tree
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| he says how dare you pull those branches down?
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| without the leave of me, my dear
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| without the leave of me
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| well she says this little wood it is my very own
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| my father gave it to me
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| i can pull these branches down without the leave of thee, young man
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| oh without the leave of thee
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| and he took a by the milk-white hand
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| and by the grass-green sleeve
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| he pulled her down at the foot of the bush
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| he never once asked her leave, my boys
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| oh he never once asked her leave
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| and when it was done she twisted about
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| to ask her true love’s name
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| but she nothing saw
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| she nothing heard
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| and all the woods grew dim
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| and all the woods grew dim
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| there’s four and twenty ladies all in the land
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| and they’re all playing a chess
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| except it was the lady margaret
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| and she’s green as any glass, my boys
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| oh she’s green as any glass
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| and these four-and-twenty ladies all in the land
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| grow as red any rose
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| except the lady margaret she’s pale and wan, my boys
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| oh pale and wan she goes
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| up then spoke the little serving girl
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| she lifted her hand and smiled
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| she said i think my lady’s loved too long
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| and now she goes with child, my dears
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| oh and now she goes with child
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| up then spoke the second serving girl
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| oh ever and alas says she
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| that i think i know a herb in the merry green wood
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| that’ll twine thy baby from thee
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| it’ll rip off thy babe from thee
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| so lady margaret she got herself a comb
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| she made haste to comb her hair
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| and then she’s away to the merry green woods
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| as fast as she can tear, my boys
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| as fast as she can tear
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| and she hadn’t pulled in the merry green woods
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| a herb that barely won
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| when by her stands the young tamlin
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| he says margaret leave it alone
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| oh margaret leave it alone
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| why do you pull that bitter little herb
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| that herb that grows so grey
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| for to destroy that fine young baby that we got in our play, my dear
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| oh that we got in our play
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| well come tell me now young tamling says she
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| if an earthly man you be
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| i tell you no lies, says young tamlin
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| i was christined as good as thee
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| i was christined as good as thee
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| but as i rode a-hunting on a bitter bitter night
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| it was from my horse i fell
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| and the queen of elvin she caught me
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| into yonder green hill to dwell
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| oh into yonder green hill to dwell
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| but tonight is halloween lady
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| the elvin caught will ride
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| and if you would your true love win
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| by the millbridge you must hide, my dears
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| by the millbridge you must hide
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| and first will run the black horse
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| then will the brown
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| and then will run the white
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| you hold him fast, you fear him not
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| for he’s the father of your child, my love
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| he’s the father of your child
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| they’ll turn me on in your arms lady into many a beasts so wild
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| but you hold them fast, you fear no ill
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| it’s the father of your child, my love
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| it’s the father of your child
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| so lady margaret, she gets herself a comb
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| she made haste to comb her hair
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| then she’s away to the old millbrdige
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| as fast as she could tear, my boys
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| as fast as she could tear
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| and about the dead hour of the night she heard the bridles ring
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| oh my boys, she had her heart more than any earthly thing it did
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| more than any earthly thing
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| and first run the black horse
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| then the brown
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| and then raced by the white
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| well she held it fast, she feared it not
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| for it’s the father of her child
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| it’s the father of her child
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| the thunderoll across the sky
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| the stars blazed bright as day
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| the queen of elvin gave a thrilling cry
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| tamlin’s away brave boys
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| brave tamlin’s away
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| the very first thing they turned him into
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| is a lion that runs so wild
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| but she held him fast, she feared him not
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| he’s the father of her child, my boys
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| he’s the father of her child
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| and the very next thing they turned him into
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| it was a loathsome snake
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| he says hold me fast, fear me not
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| for i’m one of god’s own make, my love
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| oh i’m one of god’s own make
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| and again they changed him all in her arms
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| to a red-hot bar of iron
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| but she held it fast, she feared it not
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| it did to her no harm
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| it did to her no harm
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| and the very last thing they changed him into
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| was like any naked man
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| she flung her mantle over him
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| she cried my love i’ve won i’ve won
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| she cried my love i’ve won
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| but the queen of elvin she called for a bush
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| she’s red as any blood
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| i should have taken out your eyes, tamlin
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| and put in two eyes of wood
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| and put in two eyes of wood |