| There was a shepherd boy
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| Keeping sheep upon the hill
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| He laid his bow and arrow down
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| Hope for to take his fill
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| Oh, blow your winds in the mornin'
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| Blow your winds high ho!
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| Clear away the morning dew
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| And blow, boys, blow
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| Well, he looked high and he looked low
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| He gave a downright look
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| And there he spied a pretty maid
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| A-swimming in the brook ()
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| Oh, blow your winds in the mornin'
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| Blow your winds high ho!
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| Clear away the morning dew
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| And blow, boys, blow
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| Oh, carry me home to my father’s gates
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| Before you put me down
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| And you should have my maiden head
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| And twenty thousand pounds
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| Oh, blow your winds in the mornin'
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| Blow your winds high ho!
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| Clear away the morning dew
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| And blow, boys, blow
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| And when she came to her father’s gates
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| Oh, nimble-stepped she in
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| And said the hearts of fool without
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| And I a maid within
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| Oh, blow your winds in the mornin'
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| Blow your winds high ho!
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| Clear away the morning dew
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| And blow, boys, blow
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| Clear away the morning dew
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| And blow, boys, blow |