| One fine and pleasant day
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| I went down to the water
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| And on the banks I came upon
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| The rich farmer’s handsome daughter
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| She was young and in her prime
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| And in a red dress she did pose
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| All on that sacred ground
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| She looked just like a rose
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| I sat down by her side
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| And put my hand upon her knee
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| I kindly asked her if she would
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| Ride along to the mountains free
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| «Kind sir, if I should ride with you
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| There’s one thing I must tell
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| If my father finds out
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| He will make your life a hell»
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| As I was riding the very next day
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| Through the fields of her old man’s farm
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| I was stopped by two male servants
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| And one of them grabbed my arm
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| «Tell us sir, where are you bound?»
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| «I'm bound for the waterside»
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| «Tell us sir, what’s there to be found?»
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| «The farmers daughter who shall be my bride»
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| «Get out of here you little gypsy boy!»
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| That girl shall never be your bride
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| Cause she’s a lady of noble kin
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| And along with thieves she will never ride"
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| Well I cursed those servants
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| And pulled my dagger out
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| Their hearts were stabbed by a blade of steel
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| The whole valley could hear them shout
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| I rode up to the old man’s farm
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| Never before I have seen such a slaughter
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| I killed everyone that moved
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| 'cept for the farmers handsome daughter
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| Now I must pay for what I’ve done
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| So I’ll go down to the water
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| I pray the Lord to have mercy on my soul
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| Before I get drawn and quartered |