| A bald young farmer courted me
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| He gained my heart my liberty
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| He gained my heart with a free good will
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| And i must confess that i love him still
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| I wish i wish but its all in vain
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| I wish i was a maid again
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| But a maid again that never can be
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| Since that young farmer lay still with me
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| I wish my baby little was born and smilin on his fathers knee
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| And i was dead and in my grave
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| With the green grass growin all over me
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| There’s a bird that sits in yonders tree
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| Some say hes blind and cannot sing
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| Oh i wish it being the same with me
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| When first i met with your company
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| But a marble stone at my head and feet
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| But a turtle white dove
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| To let the world know that i died for love |