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First when i came to the town |
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They called me young and bonny |
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Now they've changed my name |
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Called me the leaboy's honey. |
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I'll dye my petticoats red |
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And i'll face them with a yellow |
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I'll tell the dyester lads |
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That the leaboys i've to follow. |
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It's over hills and dales |
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And over dykes and ditches |
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Say will i like the lad |
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Who wears the moleskin breeches |
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The black horse draws the cart |
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And he's as proud as any |
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Say will i like the lad |
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That drives them on so canny |
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Feather beds are fine |
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And painted rooms are bonny |
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But i would leave them all |
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To jog away with johnny |
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Oh, for saturday night |
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It's i that'll see my dearie |
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He'll come whistlin' in |
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When i am tired and weary. |
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First when i came to the town |
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They called me proud and saucy |
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Now they've changed my name |
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Called me the leaboy's lassie. |