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Are you going to leave me, love?
Are you going to leave me?
Would you give up your own love true
To go with a girl you never knew?
My true love stands in the bower door,
Combing down his yellow hair.
His bonny face I like to see,
I wonder if my love thinks of me?
When I wore my apron low
Couldn't keep you from my door.
But now my apron's to my shin
You pass me by and won't come in.
I wish my baby it was born,
Smiling on his daddy's knee,
And I a poor girl dead and gone
And the green grass growing over me.
Now there's a bird in yon church yard,
They say he's blind and cannot see.
I wish it had been the same with me
Before I kept your company.
I wish, I wish but it's all in vain,
I wish I was a maid again.
But a maid again I'll never be
Since that young man lay still with me.
Are you going to leave me, love?
Are you going to leave me?
Would you give up your own love true
To go with a girl you never knew?
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Swansea Town
05:23
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It was down by Swansea barracks I alone one morning strayed;
I met a very pretty girl whilst viewing the parade.
And her hair it was as black as jet, her beauty did astound;
She was the blooming rose of South Wales and the lass of Swansea Town.
Her hair it was as black as jet, her beauty did astound.
Search the universe all over and her equal can’t be found,
She's the blooming rose of South Wales and the lass of Swansea Town.
And I said, “My charming creature what makes you wander here?”
She says, “Kind sir I'm waiting for my bonny soldier dear.
Eight years ago he left me whence Bermuda he was bound,
And he promised he'd prove faithful to his lass of Swansea Town.”
And I say, “My charming creature sad news I have to tell,
Your lover was my comrade and in the battle fell.
A cannonball led him to fall and it gave him his death wound
And he asked me to protect his blooming rose of Swansea Town.”
And it's on the ground in agony this pretty girl did fall,
Saying, “I'll never rest till in my breast there strikes some cannonball.
For eight years ago he left me whence Bermuda he was bound
And he promised he'd prove faithful to his lass of Swansea Town.”
“Fear not my charming creature, don't be in great alarm,
I'm your long lost William boy safe from the wars returned.
Eight years ago I left you whence Bermuda I was bound;
Now I've late returned to claim my blooming rose of Swansea Town.”
For your hair it is as black as jet, Your beauty does astound.
Search the universe all over and no equal can be found,
You're the blooming rose of South Wales and the lass of Swansea Town.
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Omie Wise
06:44
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Oh, listen to my story, I'll tell you no lies,
How John Lewis did murder poor little Omie Wise.
He told her to meet him at Adams's Springs.
He promised her money and other fine things.
So, fool-like she met him at Adams's Springs.
No money he brought her nor other fine things.
"Go with me, little Omie, and away we will go.
We'll go and get married and no one will know."
She climbed up behind him and away they did go,
But off to the river where deep waters flow.
"John Lewis, John Lewis, will you tell me your mind?
Do you intend to marry me or leave me behind?"
"Little Omie, little Omie, I'll tell you my mind.
My mind is to drown you and leave you behind."
"Have mercy on my baby and spare me my life,
I'll go home as a beggar and never be your wife."
He kissed her and hugged her and turned her around,
Then pushed her in deep waters where he knew she would drown.
He got on his pony and away he did ride,
As the screams of little Omie went down by his side.
T'was on a Thursday morning, the rain was pouring down,
When the people searched for Omie but she could not be found.
Two boys went a-fishin' one fine summer day,
And saw little Omie's body go floating away.
They threw their net around her and drew her to the bank.
Her clothes all wet and muddy, they laid her on a plank.
Then sent for John Lewis to come to that place --
And brought her out before him so that he might see her face.
He made no confession but they carried him to jail,
No friends or relations would go on his bail.
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Give and taken so sweetly,
Suffocate my heart.
Yes, but with every word,
Chances laid bare,
Lose and get something good.
Stand-up, Stand-up,
The rugs been pulled away.
From beneath our feet,
There we’re OK,
Lose and get something good.
Would the years be kind to us?
Time takes so much away.
Or time can be a gift,
Make something good.
Can I promise you that?
You can promise me anything,
That’s in your hands you know.
Clawed from old age & death,
A new lease of life.
Lose and get something good.
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Maajun
03:38
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Instrumental
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