| I come to you with honour
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| I come to you in vain
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| I’ve come to you my true love
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| In the greenwood you were slain
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| I do as much for my love
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| As any young man may
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| I’ll sit and mourn her memory
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| For twelve months and a day
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| The sound of a drum
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| Is beating all around
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| Like a shadow on the run
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| Caught in the dark
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| And lover lay down
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| She lay down
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| I’ll think upon this garden
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| The purest footprints walked
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| The fairest flower now blossomed
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| Has now withered to a stalk
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| Your lips they are cold sweetheart
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| Your breath is earthly strong
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| And if I kiss your cold clay lips
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| My time here may not be long
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| The sound of a drum
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| Is beating all around
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| Like a shadow on the run
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| Caught in the dark
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| And lover lay down
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| She lay down
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| Lover lay down
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| She lay down
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| The sound of a drum
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| I hear it beating all around me
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| Like a shadow on the run
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| Caught in the dark
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| The sound of a drum
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| I hear it beating all around me
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| Like a shadow on the run
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| Caught in the dark
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| She lay down |