| 'Twas down in yon valley a fair maid did dwell,
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| She lived with her uncle, they all knew full well,
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| 'Twas down in yon valley where violets grew gay,
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| Three gypsies betrayed her and stole her away.
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| Long time she’d been missing, and could not be found;
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| Her uncle, he searched the country around,
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| Till he came to the trustee, between hope and fear,
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| The trustee made answer, «She has not been here.»
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| The trustee spoke over with courage so bold,
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| «I fear she’s been lost for the sake of her gold,
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| So we’ll have life for life, sir,"the trustee did say,
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| «We'll send you to prison, and there you shall stay.»
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| There was a young squire that loved her so,
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| Oft times to the schoolhouse together they did go,
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| «I'm afraid she’s been murdered, so great is my fear.
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| If I’d wings like a dove I would fly to my dear.»
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| He traveled through England, through France and through Spain,
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| Till he ventured his life on the watery main,
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| And he came to a house where he lodged for a night,
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| And in that same house was his own heart’s delight.
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| When she saw him, she knew him, and fled to his arms;
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| She told him her grief while he gazed on her charms.
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| «How came you to Dublin, my dearest, I pray?»
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| «Three gypsies betrayed me and stole me away.»
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| «Your uncle’s in England, in prison does lie,
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| And for your sweet sake is condemned for to die.»
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| «Carry me to old England, my dearest,"she cried.
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| «One thousand I’ll give thee, and will be your bride.»
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| When they came to old England her uncle to see,
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| The cart it was under the high gallows tree;
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| «Oh, pardon, oh, pardon, oh, pardon I crave.
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| I’m alive, I’m alive, your dear life to save.»
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| Then from the high gallows they led him away,
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| The bells they did ring and the music did play,
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| Every house in that valley with mirth did resound,
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| As soon as they heard the lost lady was found.
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| Lost lady was found
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| Lost lady was found |