| Lately last night, I was asked to a wedding
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| The wedding of a fair maid who proved to me unkind
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| For that day as she thought of her intended young lover
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| Thoughts of her old one had run through her mind
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| Supper being over and all things were ended
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| Every young man was to sing a fine song
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| Until it came to the turn of her own foreign lover
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| And the song that he sang to the bride did belong
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| How can you sit at another man’s table?
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| How can you drink of another man’s wine?
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| How can you lie in the arms of another?
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| Many’s the night, love, that you lay in mine
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| Many’s the one has been seven years parted
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| Seven years parted and did return again
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| But I have only been two years away, love
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| Two years away, love, and did return again
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| The bride, she was seated at the head of the table
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| Very well she knew to whom the song did belong
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| Her heart, it grew faint, she could stand it no longer
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| Down at the feet of the bridegroom she fell
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| Sobbing and sighing she rose from the table
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| Sobbing and sighing she went to her bed
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| Early next morning the bridegroom awakened
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| He turned to embrace her and found she was dead
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| Saying, «Annie, dear Annie, I knew you never loved me
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| My love and your love could never agree
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| For I knew all along that your poor heart was breaking
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| All for the sake of a foreign young man»
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| So now I must wear a frock of deep mourning
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| A frock of deep mourning, one, two and three
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| I must wear to her wake my own wedding garment
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| Ne’er again shall I go between the bark and the tree |