"A Bold Young Farmer"
A bold young farmer courted meHe stole my heart and my libertyHe stole my heart without free good willAnd I must confess that I love him stillI wish I wish but it's all in vainI wish I was a maid againBut a maid again I never can beSince such a young fellow lies still by meThere sits a bird in yonder treeSome say he's blind and cannot seeAnd I wish it was the same with meBefore I took up with your companyI wish my babe so tiny was bornAnd smiling on his father's kneeAnd I poor girl was dead and goneWith the green grass growing2 all over meOh dig my grave dig long and deepPlace a marble stone on my head and feetAnd on my heart will snow my doveTo let the world know that I died for love
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