English Folk Songs from the Southern Appalachians

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	No. 107 Good Morning, My Pretty Little Miss

	2 The younger you be the better for me, More fitting for to be my bride, For I wanted to say on my wedding day That I married my bride in maze. 3 He courted her by compliment Till he got her to comply; He courted her with a merry mood, All night with him she lay. 4 The night has passed and the day has come, The morning sun do shine. I will arise, said he, put on my clothes, And then, sweet love, I'm gone. 5 O that's not what you promised me All down by the greenwood side. You promised for to marry me And make me your sweet bride. 6 If ever I promised to marry you, It was all in a merry mood, For I'll avow and will swear, I never was born for you.
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