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i As 1 walked out one evening late, a-drinking of sweet wine, I thought my heart would almost break for the girl I left behind.
2 Farewell, farewell, my old true love, farewell, farewell for a while; I go away, I come again, if it be ten thousand miles.
3 Ten thousand miles, my old true love, I hope that never will be 5
For the parting with you, my old true love, will be the death of me.
4 Weep not for me, my old true love, though far from home I be 3 I flatter myself I never shall need for friends to comfort me.
5 I would to God I never been born, or died when I was young,
Or never had seen your rosy red cheeks, or heard your flattering tongue.
6 When I forsake you, my old true love, the rocks shall meet the sun 5 The fire shall freeze like ice, my dear, the raging sea shall burn.
7 Oh, who will shoe your feet, my dear, or who will glove your hand, Or who will kiss your rosy red lips when I am in a foreign land?
8 My father will shoe my feet, my dear, my mother will glove my hand, My rosy red lips will never be kissed till you return again. |
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