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She's like the swallow that flies so high |
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She's like the river that never runs dry |
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She's like the sunshine on the lee shore |
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I love my love and love is no more |
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'Twas out in the garden this fair maid did go |
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Picking the beautiful primrose |
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The more she plucked, the more she pulled |
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Until she gathered her apron full |
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And it's auto this flowers she's made a bed |
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A stony pillow for her head |
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She's laied herself down, no more did she say |
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Until this famale it's hard to degree |
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She's like the swallow that flies so high |
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She's like the river that never runs dry |
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She's like the sunshine on the lee shore |
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I love my love and love is no more |
