| As I was a walking one midsomer morning
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| To hear the birds whistle and the nightingale play
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| Was there tha I met a beautiful maiden
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| As I was a walking along the highway
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| Oh where are you going my fair pretty lady
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| Where are you going so early this morn
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| She answered kind sir to visit my neighbours
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| I’m going down to Lincoln the place I was born
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| Oh may I go with you my fiar pretty lady
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| May I go along in your sweet company
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| She turned her head round and smiling all at me
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| Said you may come with me kind sir if you please
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| We hadn’t been walking a few miles together
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| Before this young damsel began to show free
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| She sat herself down sayign sit down beside me
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| The game we shall play will be one, two and three
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| I said my dear lady if you’re fond of the gaming
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| There’s one game I know I would like you to learn
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| The game it is called The Game Of All Fours
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| So I took out my pack and began the first turn
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| She cut the cards and I fell a dealing
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| I dealt her a trump and myself the poor Jack
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| She led off her and stole the Jack from me
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| Saying Jack is the card I like best in your pack
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| I dealt the last time, it’s your turn to shuffle
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| My turn to show the best card in the pack
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| Once more she’d the ace and stole the Jack from me
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| Once more I had lost and I laid down poor Jack
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| So I took up my hat and I bid her good morning
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| I said you’re the best that I know at this game
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| She answered young man, come back tomorrow
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| We’ll play the game over and over and over and over and over again |