| I am a young maiden, my story is sad
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| For once I was carefree and in love with a lad
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| He courted me sweetly by night and by day
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| But now he has left me and gone far away
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| Oh if I was a blackbird, could whistle and sing
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| I’d follow the vessel my true love sails in
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| And in the top rigging I would there build my nest
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| And I’d flutter my wings o’er his broad golden chest
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| He sailed o’er the ocean, his fortune to seek
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| I missed his caresses and his kiss on my cheek
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| He returned and I told him my love was still warm
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| He turned away lightly and great was his scorn
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| He offered to take me to Donnybrook Fair
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| To buy me fine ribbons, tie them up in my hair
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| He offered to marry and to stay by my side
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| But then in the morning he sailed with the tide
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| My parents they chide me, and will not agree
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| Saying that me and my true love married should never be
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| Ah but let them deprive me, or let them do what they will
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| While there’s breath in my body, he’s the one that I love still
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| Male perspective…
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| I am a young sailor, my story is sad
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| For once I was carefree and a bold sailor lad
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| I courted a lassie by night and by day
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| But now she has left me and gone far away
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| Oh if I was a blackbird, could whistle and sing
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| I’d follow the vessel my true love sails in
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| And in the top rigging I would there build my nest
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| And I’d flutter my wings o’er her lily-white breast
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| Or if I was a scholar and could handle a pen
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| One secret love letter to my true love I’d send
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| And I’d tell of my sorrow, my grief and my pain
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| Since she’s gone and left me in yon flowery glen
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| I sailed o’er the ocean, my fortune to seek
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| Though I missed her caress and her kiss on my cheek
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| I returned and I told her my love was still warm
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| But she turned away lightly and great was her scorn
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| I offered to take her to Donnybrook Fair
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| And to buy her fine ribbons to tie up her hair
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| I offered to marry and to stay by her side
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| But she said in the morning she sailed with the tide
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| My parents they chide me, and will not agree
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| Saying that me and my false love married should never be
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| Ah but let them deprive me, or let them do what they will
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| While there’s breath in my body, she’s the one that I love still |