| All around my hat,
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| I will wear the green willow
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| All around my hat,
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| For a twelvemonth and a day
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| And if anyone should ask me the reason why I’m wearing it,
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| It’s all for my true love,
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| Who is far, far away
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| Fare thee well, cold winter
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| And fare thee well, cold frost
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| Nothing have I gained,
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| But my own true love I’ve lost
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| I’ll sing and I’ll be merry
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| When occasion I do see,
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| He’s a false, deluding young man,
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| Let him go, farewell he, and.
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| The other night he brought me A fine diamond ring, but he Thought to have deprive me Of a far better thing!
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| But I being careful,
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| Like lovers ought to be,
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| He’s a false, deluding young man
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| Let him go, farewell he, and …
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| With a quarter pound of reason,
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| And a half a pound of sense,
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| A small spring of time,
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| And as much of prudence,
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| You mix them all together,
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| And you will plainly see
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| He’s a false deluding young man
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| Let him go, farewell he, and … |