| Who is at my window weeping,
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| Weeping there so bitterly?
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| It’s I, it’s I, your own true lover
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| Arise, arise and pity me.
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| Darling, go and ask your mother
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| If my wedding bride you’ll be
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| If she says no, return and tell me.
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| And I’ll no longer trouble thee.
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| I cannot go and ask my mother
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| For I’m her only child and dear
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| Oh, darling, go and seek some other,
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| She whispered softly in his ear.
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| And Darling, go and ask your father
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| If my wedding bride you’ll be
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| If he says no, return and tell me.
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| And I’ll no longer trouble thee.
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| I cannot go and ask my father
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| For he lies in bed and rest
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| Beside him lie that silver dagger
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| To slay the one that I love best
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| Then William took that silver dagger
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| And pierced it through his aching heart
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| I bid adieu, to all false loved ones.
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| I bid adieu, for now we part.
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| Then Mary took the blood-stained dagger
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| And pierced it through her lily breast.
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| I bid adieu to my cruel parents.
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| I bid adieu, for now we rest.
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| I bid adieu to my cruel parents
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| I bid adieu, for now we rest. |