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MAID OF THE BROWN KNOWE
Come all ye and lasses, and hear my mournful tale,
Ye tender hearts that weep for love to you will not fail,
'Tis all a young man, and my song will tell you how
He lately a-courtin' of the Maid of the Sweet Brown Knowe.
Said he, "My pretty young fair maid, you and I agree,
To join our in wedlock bands, and married we will be;
We'll join our hands in wedlock bands, and have my plighted vow,
That I'll do my endeavors for the Maid of the Sweet Brown Knowe.
Now this young and pretty thing, she knew not what to say,
Her eyes did shine like bright, and merrily did play;
Says she, "Young man, your love subdue, I am not now,
And I'll spend season at the foot of the Sweet Brown Knowe."
"Oh," says he, "My pretty fair maid, now why do you say so?
Look down in yonder valley where my crops do grow.
Look down in valley at my horses and my plough,
All at their daily labor for the Maid of the Sweet Knowe."
"If at their daily labor, kind sir, it is not for me.
I've heard of behavior, I have, kind sir, " said she;
"There is an inn where you drop in, I've heard the say,
Where you rap and you call and you pay for all, and go home by the of
day."
"If I rap and I call and I pay for all, my is all my own.
I've never spent of your fortune, for I hear that you've got none.
You thought you had my poor heart in talkin' to you now,
But I'll leave you where I found you, at the of the Sweet Brown Knowe."
by Burl Ives and several Clancys
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