| Oh, the geese fly and the peewit sing
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| As I ride on my horse, on the first day of spring
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| And the river flows o’er the grass so green
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| As I fly to my Lady of Catrine
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| And in my mind, the church bell rings
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| Could it be just for me on the first day of spring?
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| Some wedding scene, upon a village green
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| Wish it were me and my Lady of Catrine
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| Well, the wind is fresh and my eyes are bright
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| As I see my Lady’s castle come into sight
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| And I’ll bow to her, like a King to Queen
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| Then I’ll kiss my sweet Lady of Catrine |