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No. 49
The Simple Ploughboy |
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2 Saying : Supposing you fall in love and your parents won't approve, Straightway they'll send you to sea.
They'll press force against you and hurry you away, And send you to the wars to be slain.
3 She dressed herself in men's clothes, so costly and so fine, Her pockets well filled with gold.
She walked up to London and she walked back again Enquiring for her sailor boy.
4 He has 'listed on the deep and is rolling on the sleet And has gone to the wars to be slain. |
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5 O she threw it on the deck and caught him round his neck, And she kissed him till she brought him safe on shore, Saying: The bells may loudly ring and the fair maids may sing; I'll get married to the lady I adore.
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