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AS I WALKED OUT |
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As I walked out one May morning,
For to hear the pretty birds sing sweet,
I leant my back against a little cottage door,
For to see true lovers meet;
To see them meet, to hear them talk,
And to hear what they had for to say,
I would care to know a little more of their minds
Before I went away.
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"Come sit you down, my own true love,
Come sit you down by me;
It's been almost three quarters of a year
Since I spoke one word to thee." "I will not sit by you, young man,
By you nor no other man,
Nor will I believe a young man's faith or troth,
For he's sworn to many a one!"
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"Oh, when my heart was yours, young man, And you robbed so rich a nest, You made me believe by the false oaths you swore, That the sun rose in the west; I will never believe a young man any more, Let his eyes be blue, black or brown, Save he were on the top of a high gallows tree, A-swearing he wished to come down!" |
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