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Yonder stands a pretty little maid |
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who she is I do not know |
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I'll go and caught her for her beauty |
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let her run, say yes or no |
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Why do I wish for so much beauty |
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it's a flower that must decay |
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like the rose that blooms in Summer |
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when Winter comes it fades away |
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What do I care for golden riches |
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what do I care for house and land |
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what do I care waerly treasures |
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all I want is a nice young man |
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My love wears the tarry trousers |
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my love wears the jacket blue |
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my love sails upon the ocean |
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so young men away with you |
