| Rising early out of bed
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| Across the fields I steered O
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| When O and I a woman I spied
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| And a pretty fair maid appeared O
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| Her head was bare I do declare
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| She had neither hat nor feather on
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| And she stooped so low gave me to know
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| It was mushrooms she was gathering O
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| O gathering O, and she stooped so low gave me to know
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| It was mushrooms she was gathering O
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| Where are you going says I my dear
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| Why are you up so early O
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| I’ve seen you on the dewy grass
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| Before the sower Ferdio
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| Quite modestly she answered me
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| And she gave her head one fetch up
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| And she said I am gathering mushrooms
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| To make my Mammy ketchup O
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| O ketchup O, and she said I am gathering mushroom
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| To make my Mammy ketchup O
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| Her parting breast on mine she pressed
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| Her heart was like a feather O
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| And her lips on mine do gentle join
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| And we both sat down together O
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| Together O, and her lips on mine do gentle join
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| And we both sat down together O |