| Are you going to leave me, love
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| Are you going to leave me Would you give up your own love true
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| To go with a girl you never knew
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| My true love stands in the bower door
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| Combing down his yellow hair
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| His bonnie face I like to see
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| I wonder if my love thinks of me When I wore my apron low
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| Couldn’t keep you from my door
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| But now my apron’s to my shin
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| You pass me by and won’t come in I wish my baby — it was born
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| Smiling on his daddy’s knee
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| And I a poor girl — dead and gone
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| And the green grass growing over me Now there’s a bird in your church yard
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| They say he’s blind and cannot see
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| I wish it had been the same with me Before I kept your company
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| I wish, I wish, but it’s all in vain
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| I wish I was a maid again
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| But a maid again I will never be Since that young man lay still with me Are you going to leave me, love
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| Are you going to leave me Would you give up your own love true
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| To go with a girl you never knew |