| Come sit by me all you
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| Fine lords and laddies,
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| And I’ll tell you the tale
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| Of the young John Henry.
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| He met a fair maiden,
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| One bright may morning,
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| When he went a-hunting
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| In Midsomer County.
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| And pale was the skin
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| Of the Midsomer maiden,
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| Blue were her eyes
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| As blue as the sea.
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| And on her fair head
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| Lay a garland of flowers.
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| Sweet were the roses
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| Of Midsomer County.
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| But young men don’t stray.
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| This maiden will lead you away.
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| 'Come to go rest now, '
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| Said the Midsomer maiden,
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| 'You're weary from traveling, '
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| 'That I can see.'
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| 'Let us go home now, '
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| 'Over yonder the Greenwood.'
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| 'Come taste the fruits'
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| 'Of Midsomer County.'
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| She led him on through
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| The Midsomer Greenwood
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| 'Til they came to a hut
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| By a juniper tree.
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| She said, 'Sir, won’t you'
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| 'Come sit by my fire, '
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| 'You'll eat like the king'
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| 'Of Midsomer County.'
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| But young men don’t stray.
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| This maiden will lead you away.
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| She brought him fine ale
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| And she brought him supper.
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| Fresh eggs and live eels
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| For young John Henry.
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| She said, 'Come, eat your fill.'
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| 'And when you are sated'
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| 'You'll stay with me here'
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| 'In Midsomer County.'
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| And 'Alas I cannot stay, '
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| Said young John Henry,
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| 'I'm bound to another, '
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| 'Soon married I’ll be.'
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| 'And I thank ye for supper'
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| 'My kind and fair maiden.'
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| 'Now I must leave here'
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| 'Midsomer County.'
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| But young men don’t stray.
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| This maiden will lead you away.
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| Well up went the cry
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| Of the Midsomer maiden.
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| 'For shame and for shame, '
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| 'For you have tricked me! |
| '
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| 'You're bound to me now'
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| 'And I am your lover.'
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| 'I swear you’ll not leave here'
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| 'Midsomer County.'
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| Cold was the blade
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| Of the Midsomer maiden.
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| And soft was the neck
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| Of young John Henry.
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| And warm was the blood
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| That flowed from his body.
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| Red as the roses
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| Of Midsomer County.
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| But young men don’t stray.
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| This maiden will lead you away.
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| But deep in the Greenwood
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| Of Midsomer County
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| Lies young John Henry
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| As cold as can be.
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| No headstone to mark him,
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| No lover to grieve him,
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| Save from the roses
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| Of Midsomer County.
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| But young men don’t stray.
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| This maiden will lead you away |