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As I went out walking one fine summer morning |
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The birds in the bushes did whistle and sing |
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The lads and the lasses in couples were courtin' |
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Going back to the factory their work to begin |
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He spied one among them, she was fairer then many |
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Her cheeks like the red rose that blooms in the spring |
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Her hair like the lily that grows in Yon' valley |
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She was only a hard-working factory girl |
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He sat soft beside her, more closely to view her |
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She says, "My young man, don't stare me so |
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I gold in my pocket and silver as well |
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No more will I answer that factory call" |
