| As I walked among the green fields one evening in May
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| I spied the fairest damsels all at their sport and play
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| Such beauty as beguiled me I ne’er did see again
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| The one was Lady Margaret, the other Evelainne
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| I passed beside their garden as I daily went my way
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| From work among the cattle where I daily earned my pay
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| And as the sun was setting low their laughter ran like wine
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| And mad the young men trembl, made men lose their minds
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| My father often told me never enter through their gate
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| For many young men had before, none did know their fate
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| They say each has the Devil’s eye, and none to mercy show
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| Who enter in their garden where no earthly man should go
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| They say they loved a soldier who did take of both in turn
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| When he had been satisfied he both of them did spurn
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| And they placed a curse upon him 'til they drained his youth away
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| Now, on every man who enters they take their vengeance to this day
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| Though for three score year’s I’ve lived here with my father and my gun
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| Their laughter still comes tumbling at the setting of the sun
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| And their beauty still beguiles me as they play their children’s games
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| The one is Lady Margaret, the other Evelainne |