| As I walked out on a midsummer’s morning
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| For to view the fields and to take the air
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| Down by the banks of the sweet primroses
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| There I beheld a most? |
| Love lie? |
| Fair
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| Three short steps, I stepped up to her
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| Not knowing her as she passed me by
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| I stepped up to her, thinking for to view her
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| She appeared to be like some virtuous bride
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| I says «Fair maid, where are you going?
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| And what’s the occasion of all your brief?
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| I will make you as happy as any lady
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| If you will grant to me one small relief»
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| «Stand off, stand off, you’re a false deceiver
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| You are a false deceitful man, I know
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| 'Tis you that has caused my poor heart to wander
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| And in your comfort lies no refrain»
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| So I’ll go down to some lonesome valley
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| Where no man on earth shall there me find
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| Where the pretty little small birds do change their voices
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| And every moment blows blusterous wind
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| So come all young men who go a-sailing
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| Pray pay attention to what I say
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| For there’s many a dark and a cloudy morning
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| Turns out to be a sunshiny day |