| Pretty fair maid was in her garden
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| When a stranger came a-riding by
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| He came up to the gate and called her
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| Said pretty fair maid would you be my bride
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| She said I’ve a true love who’s in the army
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| And he’s been gone for seven long years
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| And if he’s gone for seven years longer
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| I’ll still be waiting for him here
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| Perhaps he’s on some watercourse drowning
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| Perhaps he’s on some battlefield slain
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| Perhaps he’s to a fair girl married
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| And you may never see him again
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| Well if he’s drown, I hope he’s happy
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| Or if he’s on some battlefield slain
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| And if he’s to some fair girl married
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| I’ll love the girl that married him
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| He took his hand out of his pocket
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| And on his finger he wore a golden ring
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| And when she saw that band a-shining
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| A brand new song her heart did sing
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| And then he threw his arms all around her
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| Kisses gave her one, two, three
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| Said I’m your true and loving soldier
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| That’s come back home to marry thee
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| Pretty fair maid was in her garden
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| When a stranger came a-riding by
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| He came up to the gate and called her
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| Said pretty fair maid would you be my bride |