| As I woke up one morning fair
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| To view the fields and take the air
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| For to view the fields and meadows around
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| I thought I heard some mournful sound
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| I thought I heard my true love say
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| «Oh, do turn and come this way»
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| Yodel-ay-ee, oh-lay-ee, ay-oh-lay-ee
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| You love some other, you don’t love me You care not for my company
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| You love some other, and I know why
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| Because he has more gold than I But gold will melt and silver will fly
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| My love for you will never die
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| Yodel-ay-ee, oh-lay-ee, ay-oh-lay-ee
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| There is a flower, I’ve heard them say
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| That can be seen from day to day
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| And if that flower I only could find
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| To cure this aching heart of mine
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| Yodel-ay-ee, oh-lay-ee, ay-oh-lay-ee
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| So fare you well, my charming little love
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| Oh, meet me in that land above
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| And when we meet there in that land
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| We’ll take no more this parting hand
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| Yodel-ay-ee, oh-lay-ee, ay-oh-lay-ee |