| O Johnny’s on the water let him sink or let him swim,
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| if he can live without me I can live without him.
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| O Johnny’s a young boy but younger am I,
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| often he’s told me he’d wed me or die
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| o meeting’s a pleasure but parting’s a grief
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| and a false hearted lover is worse than a thief
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| A thief he will rob you and take what you save
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| but a false hearted lover will take it to your grave.
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| Come all you uoung ladies take a warning by me
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| never place your affections on a green growing tree.
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| For the roots they will wither the branches will die
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| Your body forsaken I know not for why.
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| If I am forsaken ill not be forsworn,
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| and he surely is mistaken if he thinks ill mourn.
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| I’ll take off this black dress and flourish and grieve
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| And ill pass his light by him as he does by me.
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| O the cuckoo is a pretty bird she sings as she flies
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| she brings us glad tidings she tells us no lies.
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| She sucks all the pretty flowers to make her voice clear
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| and she never sings a cuckoo till the summer is hear. |