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I've heard them lilting |
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At our ewe-milking |
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And I've heard them lilting |
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Before light o' day |
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Now they are mourning |
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For all time a-lilting |
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The flowers of the forest |
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Are all wede away |
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Sad they for the order |
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That sent them to the border |
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The English by guile |
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For once won the day |
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Now they are mourning |
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For all time a-lilting |
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The flowers of the forest |
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Are all wede away |
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I've heard them lilting |
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At our ewe-milking |
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And I've heard them lilting |
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Before light a-day |
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Now they are mourning |
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For all time a-lilting |
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The flowers of the forest |
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Are all wede away |
