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2 You're not a man of noble honour, You're not the man that I took you to be, You're not a man of noble honour,
Or you would not impose on a poor girl like me.
3 I have a true love in the army ;
He has been gone just seven years long; And seven years more I'll wait upon him; No man on earth shall enjoy me.
4 Perhaps he's in some watercourse drownded, Perhaps he's in some battle-field slain, Perhaps he's stole some fair girl and married; If that's the case, you'll never see him again.
5 Perhaps he's in some watercourse drownded, Perhaps he's in some battle-field slain, Perhaps he's stole some fair girl and married; I'll love the girl that married him.
6 He pulled his hands all out of his pockets And rings and diamonds two or three ;
He pulled out a ring that she had given him. She saw and fell down at his feet.
7 He picked her up and did embrace her, And kisses gave her two or three, Saying : This is your poor single soldier Just returned to marry thee.
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