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IRISH GIRL As I walked out one morning down by the river's side And gazing all around me an Irish girl I spied The tears ran down her rosy cheeks and she began to cry My love's gone to America and quite forsaken me. I went to Church last Sunday, my love he passed me by I knew his mind was changing by the roving of his eye I knew his mind was altered to a girl of high degree Saying Willy, lovely Willy, your love has wounded me Last night I lay on my bed so sick and bad was I I called for a napkin around my head to tie Was he as bad in love as me perhaps I'd mend again O love it is a killing thing, did you ever feel the pain? I wish I was a butterfly, I'd fly to my love's breast I wish I was a linnet, I would sing my love to rest I wish I was a nightingale, I'd sit and sing so clear I'd sing a song for you false love for once I loved you from Sedley, Seeds of Love a common Nineteenth Century broadside @courtship @infidelity filename[ IRISHGR2 TUNE FILE: IRISHGR2 CLICK TO PLAY SOF |
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