| Out in the heather, where the sun burns bright
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| She swore she’d love me the rest of her life
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| But my hands, they shook as the noon bells chimed
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| So at the last bell, I showed her my knife
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| And I laid to rest
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| My beautiful bride
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| Out in the heather
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| Where the sun burns bright
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| And I laid to rest
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| My beautiful bride
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| Out in the heather
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| Where the sun burns bright
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| Now all alone under the cool night sky
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| Where locusts scream and white moths fly
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| Silvery moonbeams fall on her grave
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| But twisting black vines have covered her name
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| For I loved too much
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| My beautiful bride
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| And so gave her up
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| To the cool night sky
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| For I loved too much
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| My beautiful bride
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| And so gave her up
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| To the cool night sky |