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266 FINE FLOWERS IN THE VALLEY.
She's howket a grave by the light o' the moon,
Fine flowers in the vaUey, And there she's buried her sweet babe in, w
And the green leaves they grow rarely.
As she was going to the church,
Fine flowers in the vaUey, She saw a sweet babe in the porch,
And the green leaves they grow rarely. a)
" 0 sweet babe, and thou were mine,
Fine flowers in the valley, I wad deed thee in the silk so fine,"
And the green leaves they grow rarely.
" 0 mother dear, when I was thine, s
Fine flowers in the vaUey, Ye did na prove to me «ae kind,"
And the green leaves they grow rarely. |
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