To sorrow I bade good morrow, And thought to leave her far away behind; But cheerly, cheerly, She loves me dearly; She is so constant to me, and so kind. I would deceive her, And so leave her, But ah! she is ...
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To sorrow I bade good morrow, And thought to leave her far away behind; But cheerly, cheerly, She lo...
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