| «Oh can I go to my love’s side
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| Oh let me go this day
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| Please let me go to my love’s side
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| Oh mother don’t make me stay
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| I was a rose in April
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| And still a rose in June
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| I fear that come the winter
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| I shall no longer bloom.»
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| «Oh daughter, daughter you cannot go
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| Oh you cannot go this day
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| Your father he forbade you
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| And at home you must remain
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| You were a rose in April
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| And still a rose in June
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| But God can send fine winters
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| And I know my rose will bloom.»
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| «Mother, mother I must away
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| Unto my true love’s side
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| Bring to me my white horse
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| And away to him, I’ll ride.»
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| She’s rode through fields of barley
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| And she’s rode through fields of corn
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| She’s come unto her true love
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| One hour before the dawn
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| Her father being awakened
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| Heard of his daughter’s flight
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| He’s taken up his dagger
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| And he’s rode into the night
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| And he’s rode through fields of barley
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| And he’s rode through fields of corn
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| He’s come unto her true love’s house
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| Just before the dawn
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| He’s found his daughter sleeping
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| In her true love’s arms
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| He’s taken up his dagger
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| And it’s deep into their hearts
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| «Oh father, cruel father
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| You’ve killed my love, killed me
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| But now I’ll rest beside him
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| Locked in his arms I’ll be
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| Locked in his arms I’ll be |