| Fair young maid all in her garden
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| Strange young man came riding by
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| Saying, «Fair young maid, will you marry me?»
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| This then, sir, was her reply
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| «Oh, no, kind sir, I cannot marry thee
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| For I’ve a love who sails the deep salt sea
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| Though he’s been gone these seven years
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| Still no man shall marry me»
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| «What if he’s died, all in some battle slain?
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| Or if he’s drownded in the deep salt sea?
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| What if he’s found some other love
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| He and his love both married be?»
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| «If he’s found some other love
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| He and his new love both married be
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| I wish them health and happiness
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| Where they now dwell far across the sea»
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| He picked her up all in his arms
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| And kisses gave her one, two, and three
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| Saying, «Weep no more, my own true love
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| I am your long-lost John Riley»
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| Saying, «Weep no more, my own true love
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| For I’m your long-lost John Riley» |