| (Um, I think this time we have a traditional song
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| So, um, about right? |
| I got it right
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| It’s called Bruton Town
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| In Bruton Town there lived a farmer
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| He had two sons and a daughter
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| Uh, the daughter falls in love with a servant in the house
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| And the brothers get together and they don’t dig him very much
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| They don’t really like this sort, with the servant and all that
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| So they take the servant out into the woods and they, on the pretext of hunting,
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| and they do him in
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| Ah, he, that, that’s about the end of the story)
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| One, two, three
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| In Bruton town there lived a farmer
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| Who had two sons and a daughter dear
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| By day and night they were contriving
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| To fill their parents' hearts with fear
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| He told his secrets to no other
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| But to her brother this he said
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| «I think our servant courts our sister
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| I think they have a mind to wed
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| I’ll put an end to all their courtship
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| I’ll send him silent to his grave»
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| They asked him to go a-hunting
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| Without any fear or strife
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| And these two bold and wicked villains
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| They took away this young man’s life
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| And in the ditch there was no water
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| Where only bush and briars grew
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| They could not hide the blood of slaughter
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| So in the ditch his body they threw
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| When they returned home from hunting
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| She asked for her servant-man
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| «I ask because I see you whisper
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| So brothers tell me if you can»
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| «Oh, sister, you do offend me
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| Because you examine me
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| We’ve left him where we’ve been a-hunting
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| No more of him we could not see»
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| As she lay dreaming on her pillow
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| She thought she saw her heart’s delight
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| By her bedside as she lay weeping
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| He was dressed in his bloody coat
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| «Don't weep for me, my dearest jewel
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| Don’t weep for me nor care nor pine
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| For your two brothers killed me cruelly
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| In such a place you may me find»
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| As she rose early the next morning
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| With a heavy sigh and bitter groan
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| The only love that she admired
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| Lay in the ditch where he was found
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| Three days and nights she did sit by him
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| And her poor heart was filled with woe
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| 'Til cruel hunger crept upon her
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| And home she was obliged to go |