| I’m as brown as brown can be
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| My eyes are black as sloe
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| I’m as brick as a night-time nightingale
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| As wild as the forest doe
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| My love was high and proud
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| A fortune by his side
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| But a fairer maiden than ever I’ll be He took to his bride
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| He sent me a letter of love
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| He sent it from the town
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| He wrote to tell me his love was gone
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| Because I was so brown
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| I sent back his letter of love
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| And in anger I wrote down
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| Your love is wasted on such as me
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| Because I am so brown
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| I’ll dance upon your grave for twelve months and a day
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| I’ll do as much for you as any maiden may
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| I’ll make you rue the very day that you were born
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| I’m a bonny brown girl
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| I heard not another word more
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| Until six months passed by
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| A doctor said he had a broken heart
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| Without me he would die
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| I went to his bedside
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| I walked and never ran
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| I laughed so loud and then louder still
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| All at this love-sick man
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| ‘I prithee forget, said he
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| ‘I prithee forget and forgive
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| Oh, grant me just a little space
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| That I may be well and live
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| I’ll dance upon your grave for twelve months and a day
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| For twelve months and a day
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| You’ll die for betraying a bonny brown girl
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| All on one summer’s day |