| Deep and dark are my true love’s eyes
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| Blacker still is the winter’s turning
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| As the sadness of parting proves
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| And brighter now is the lantern burning
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| That lightens my path to love
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| No fiddle tune will take the air
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| But I will see his swift feet dancing
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| And the swirl of his dark brown hair
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| His smiling face and his dark eyes glancing
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| As we stepped out Blinkbonny Fair
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| And if my waiting prove in vain
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| Then I will pack and track ever take me
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| The long road will ease my pain
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| No jewel of mankind would ever make me
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| Whisper love’s words again
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| For in drink I’ll seek good company
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| My ears will ring with the tavern’s laughter
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| And I’ll hear not his last sweet sigh
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| And who’s to know in the morning after
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| How I long for his dear dark eyes
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| How I long for his dear dark eyes
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| How I long for his dear dark eyes |