| Tell me, Mother, who will I marry?
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| Tell me as we stitch
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| While my father loves to tarry
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| Under a drunken ditch
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| Her mother said you are a princess
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| And you will seek your kind
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| He will sweep you off your feet
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| And you’ll live in a palace so fine
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| She met a boy and he seemed so right
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| With his stripes and his blue cockade
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| And they lay down on a pallet of straw
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| It seemed like a grand estate
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| She married the man to whom she was promised
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| With heavy heart she went
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| With servants to carry and servants to fetch
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| And no one to help her forget
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| Through the long lonely nights I call your name
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| Sleeping and waking to me are just the same
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| Everything I have I would gladly give
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| For thee, for thee
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| Through the long lonely nights I call your name
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| Sleeping and waking to me are just the same
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| Everything I have I would gladly give
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| For thee, for thee
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| Blue and gold, young and old
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| Beautiful or plain
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| The fortunes of war are a broken heart
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| On a golden chain
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| Pity the woman who marries for love
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| Her heart will never be free
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| And pity the woman who marries for land
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| For she’ll unhappy be
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| Through the long lonely nights I call your name
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| Sleeping and waking to me are just the same
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| Everything I have I would gladly give
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| For thee, for thee |