| Down in the meadows the other day
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| A-gath-ring flowers both fine and gay
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| A-gath-ring flowers, both red and blue
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| I little thought what love could do
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| I leaned my back against an oak
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| Thinking it was a trusty tree
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| But first he bended, then he broke
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| So did my love prove false to me
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| Must I be bound, oh, and he go free?
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| Must I love one that don’t love me?
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| Why should I act such a childish part?
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| And love a man that will break my heart?
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| There is a ship sailing on the sea
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| She’s loaded deep as deep can be
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| But not so deep as the love I’m in
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| I care not if I sink or swim
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| Oh, love is sweet, and love is fine
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| And love is charming when it’s true
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| As it grows old, it grows cold
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| And fades away like the morning dew |