| As I roved out on a bright May morning
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| To view the meadows and flowers gay
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| Whom should I spy but my own true lover
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| As she sat under yon willow tree
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| I took off my hat and I did salute her
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| I did salute her most courageously
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| When she turned around well the tears fell from her
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| Sayin' «False young man, you have deluded me»
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| A diamond ring I owned I gave you
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| A diamond ring to wear on your right hand
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| But the vows you made, love, you went and broke them
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| And married the lassie that had the land"
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| «If I’d married the lassie that had the land, my love
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| It’s that I’ll rue till the day I die
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| When misfortune falls sure no man can shun it
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| I was blindfolded I’ll ne’er deny»
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| Now at nights when I go to my bed of slumber
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| The thoughts of my true love run in my mind
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| When I turned around to embrace my darling
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| Instead of gold sure it’s brass I find
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| And I wish the Queen would call home her army
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| From the West Indies, Amerikay and Spain
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| And every man to his wedded woman
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| In hopes that you and I will meet again |