| Where are you going now my fine daughter?
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| Where are you going now this fair day?
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| I am bound for Mesopotamia
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| Father stand not in my way
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| But those hills are alive with thunder
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| They resound with the cries of war
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| And if the battle claims you
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| I’ll ne’er see you more
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| It’s been a year since my love left me
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| And there is none can keep me here
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| I swore that I would join him
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| And the road before me is clear
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| She arose then one fine morning
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| She kissed her mother’s sleeping brow
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| And she’s bound for Mesopotamia
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| I know not where, I know not how
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| Last night I dreamed I saw her
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| She stood before me now a wife
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| On her arm a sleeping baby
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| And in her hand a silver knife
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| Where you going now my fine daughter?
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| Where are you going now this fair day?
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| I am bound for Mesopotamia
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| Father stand not in my way |