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2 It is too pale for that old greyhound. Pray, son, now tell to me.
It is the blood of the old grey mare That ploughed that corn for me.
3 It is too pale for that old grey mare. Pray, son, now tell to me.
It is the blood of my youngest brother That hoed that corn for me.
4 What did you fall out about ? Pray, son, now tell to me. Because he cut yon holly bush Which might have made a tree.
5 O what will you tell to your father dear When he comes home from town ?
I'll set my foot in yonder ship And sail the ocean round.
6 O what will you do with your sweet little wife ? Pray, son, now tell to me.
I'll set her foot in yonder ship To keep me company.
7 O what will you do with your three little babes ? Pray, son, now tell to me.
I'll leave them here in the care of you For to keep you company.
8 O what will you do with your house and land ? Pray, son, now tell to me.
I'll leave it here in care of you For to set my children free.
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