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KATY BELL |
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All the flowers in the dell
Scera'd to own her for their queen, Bright and peerless Katy Bell,
Fairer flow'r was never seen; How 1 lov'd the very ground,
Over which she'd lightly bound, With her sunny ringlets crown'd,
I can never, never tell. |
3 Long I waited in the dell,
Where the honeysuckles grow, Waited for sweet Katy Bell,
Till the sun was sinking low. And before I left her side,
In the quiet eventide, I had won her for my bride,
Won my bonny Katy Bell. |
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LAURA LEE |
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