| Pretty, fair damsel in the garden
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| Brave, young soldier riding by
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| He rode up to her to view her
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| My pretty, fair miss, won’t you fancy me?
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| You’re not a man of a noble honor
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| You’re not the man I had taken you to be
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| Or you wouldn’t impose on a single lady
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| Who your bride can never be
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| I have a true love in the army
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| And he’s been there for seven long years
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| And if he stays there seven years longer
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| No other man can marry me
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| Perhaps he’s on some water course drowned
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| Perhaps he’s on some battlefield slain
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| Perhaps he’s to some fair girl married
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| My pretty, fair miss, you’ll never see him again
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| Well, if he’s drowned, I hope he’s happy
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| Or if he’s on some battlefield slain
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| Or if he’s to some fair girl married
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| I love the girl that married him |