| Ho ro my nut-brown maiden,
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| Hee ree my nut-brown maiden,
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| Ho ro ro maiden,
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| For she’s the maid for me.
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| Her eye so mildly beaming,
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| Her look so frank and free,
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| In waking or in dreaming,
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| Is evermore with me.
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| Ho ro my nut-brown maiden,
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| Hee ree my nut-brown maiden,
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| Ho ro ro maiden,
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| For she’s the maid for me.
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| O Mary, mild-eyed Mary,
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| By land or on the sea,
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| Though time or tide may vary
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| My heart beats true for thee.
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| Ho ro my nut-brown maiden,
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| Hee ree my nut-brown maiden,
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| Ho ro ro maiden,
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| For she’s the maid for me.
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| And when the blossoms laden,
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| Bright summer comes again,
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| I’ll fetch my nut-brown maiden
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| Down from the bonnie glen.
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| Ho ro my nut-brown maiden,
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| Hee ree my nut-brown maiden,
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| Ho ro ro maiden,
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| For she’s the maid for me. |