| Sorry the day I was married
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| And sorry the day I was wed
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| And it’s oh, if I only had tarried
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| When I to the altar was led.
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| Young william sure there’s no pleasing
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| For let women do what they can
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| It’s always your heart they’ll be teasing
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| For that is the way of a man.
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| When I was a young lass I was bonnie
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| Had silks and bright jewels to wear
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| And red were me cheeks like a berry
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| And me heart it was free from all care.
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| Silks now I have none for me wearing
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| Me jewels have all gone away
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| And surely this life there’s no bearing
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| I’m pale as a primrose today.
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| Think, pretty maids, ere you marry
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| Stand fast by your sweet liberty
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| And as long as you can you must tarry
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| And not be lamenting like me.
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| Sorry the day I was married
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| And sorry the day I was wed
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| And it’s oh, if I only had tarried
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| When I to the altar was led. |