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53-—MOWING THE BARLEY. |
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1 A Lawyer he went out one day, A-for to take his pleasure, And who should he spy but some fair pretty maid, So handsome and so clever ?
Where are you going to, my pretty maid?
Where are you going, my honey ? Going over the hills, kind sir, she said,
To my father a-mowing the barley.
2 The Lawyer, he went out next day,
A-thinking for to view her; But she gave him the slip and away she went, All over the hills to her father.
Where are you going to ? &c.
3 This Lawyer had a useful nag,
And soon he overtook her; He caught her around the middle so small, And on his horse he placed her.
Where are you going to ? &c.
4 Then the Lawyer told her a story bold,
As together they were going, Till she quite forgot the barley field, And left her father a-mowing.
Where are you going to? &c.
5 And now she is the Lawyer's wife,
And dearly the Lawyer loves her, They live in a happy content of life; And well in the station above her.
Where are you going to, my pretty maid ?
Where are you going, my honey? Going over the hills, kind sir, she said,
To my father a-mowing the barley. |
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