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MAID OF THE SWEET BROWN
all ye lads and lasses, and hear my mournful tale,
Ye tender hearts that weep for love to you will not fail,
'Tis all about a man, and my song will tell you how
He lately came a-courtin' of the of the Sweet Brown Knowe.
Said he, "My pretty fair maid, could you and I agree,
To join our in wedlock bands, and married we will be;
We'll join our hands in bands, and you'll have my plighted vow,
That I'll do my whole endeavors for the of the Sweet Brown Knowe.
Now this young and pretty fickle thing, she 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 young fair maid, now why do you say so?
down in yonder valley where my verdant crops do grow.
Look down in valley at my horses and my plough,
All at their daily labor for the of the Sweet Brown Knowe."
"If they're at their daily labor, sir, it is not for me.
I've heard of your behavior, I have, kind sir, " said
"There is an inn where you drop in, heard the people say,
Where you rap and you call and you pay for all, and go by the break of
day."
"If I rap and I and I pay for all, my money is all my own.
I've never spent aught of your fortune, for I hear that got none.
You thought you had my poor broke in talkin' to you now,
But I'll leave you I found you, at the foot of the Sweet Brown Knowe."
Recorded by Burl Ives and Clancys
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