| A nobleman’s son, he dreamed such a dream
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| Of the beautifulest girl in the nation
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| No counsel would he take, but journeys he’d make
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| Through Ireland to seek this fair creature
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| 'Twas seven long years he searched here and there
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| 'Til he came to the place where he’d meet her
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| He opened the door and she stood on the floor
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| She was a laboring man’s daughter
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| I never have seen you but once in my life
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| And that was in a dream, you lay by me
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| And now you’re beside me, by the look in your eyes
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| I know that you ne’er will deny me
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| And what’s your desire, pray tell me, kind sir
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| That you’re so afraid of denial?
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| Although I am poor, no scorn will I endure
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| Do not put me under such trial
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| No scorn will I bring, nor any such thing
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| And he took out a ring as a token
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| Oh love is a thing which does hang on a string
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| But between us it ne’er will be broken
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| And if I should consent your bride for to be
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| Your parents would both be offended
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| Besides they would always be frowning on me
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| Because you are highly descended
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| For father and for mother I have none in this world
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| I have none but myself and a brother
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| And as for my friends, they will not frown on me
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| So we can but love one another
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| So now they has gained what love and delight
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| And they are living in joy and plenty
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| The laboring man’s daughter has married a knight
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| Heaven protect them both together |